Who?

"Who are you?" Who am i? Rebekah, will that do? Should I even try? I am a bubble, blissful and floating. I am double, humble and then gloating. I am a question hanging in the air, I am a suggestion, but I don't even care. I guess I like art, and books, and friends. I suppose I hate lies, and spiders, and ends. "Who are you?" Well you see, I don't know. My name sticks to me like glue as I go. Scorpio, brown eyed, crazy as they come. Caring, helpful, I hate wasted words, hardworking, dedicated, when I'm not being a bum. I love my brothers, when they aren't being turds. I am closed but open, scary but nice. If you think that you hate me, I implore you think twice. "Who is she?" they whisper as I go. When I figure it out, I might just let you know.