Who I Am (Pt. 1)

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I'm worn out. Emotionally. Mentally. I am left feeling I have no clue who I am anymore. I mean, I feel I mean well. I feel I would do anyting for the ones I love. I feel that. But now I am faced with a one question that is bothering the soul in me... Who am I?

And that is yet to be discovered...

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