What Am I?

A friend had crafted a "Who I am to you?" poem. I decided to tackle my own self.

What Am I?
Answer while staring in my eye
The artist who crafts an illusion?
The musician who brings seclusion?
Surely I'm not just a face in the crowd.
Though my voice frequently quiet and my opinion never loud.
Am I a fencer, so elegant on my feet?
Or the Cullinary Master, bringing your favorite treat?
Am I something more than one could make.
Or am I a liar, a thief, a fake?
Am I a man, so good, so just?
Or am I a star, destined to burst and bust?
Do I bring visions of placid times ahead?
Or perhaps horrors, feelings of dread?
What Am I when you look into my soul?
Am I chaotic or in complete control?
Do I make you feel calm and at peace?
Or that the pain in life will never cease?
Rest assured, I know who I am.
I'm asking you, who am I, am I a man?
I'll sit in this chair, happy in knowing
I'm more than this simple writing is showing.
I'm something you just can't pin down.
I'm something to talk about, all over town.
Likewise I'm something to quietly contemplate,
When no one is around and the hour is late.
I am a man, a friend, a human being.
And I'm more than what I may seem.

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

hahah it made me laugh quite a bit.. a sense of cocky confidence reflected in the words and a thrilling read of excitment

[mmzx]

full of feelings.
(:

very good.
haha.