Who I am?

Who I am?
I stop asking that a long time ago,
there is a reason for that,
because is useless to ask.

Who I am?
They say is the deepest question of life?
everyone seems to argue, fight and die.because life seems pointless.

so who I am?
Just a normal person.
Or I strong?
Or I weak?
Or I smart?

But that really matters?
and the answer was the same.
Matter to others, not to me.
This moment I am 26.

And I still going to protect my freedom to say the truth,
but what I think is the truth,
between the line of madness,
and the line of reality?
and the line of my pain.