Who am I?

A selfie is all me,

I can add what or who I want but it's all me,

it's selfish really but who in their own right  can't afford to be selfish at one point or another,

it's all about me?

A selfie is all about me,

I'm controlling, I know what I want and what I don't,

I fake it till I make it, I'm a liar sometimes

it's all about lifting me up.

A selfie is all about me,

I'm having a stupendous time or... the opposite,

I laugh with sparkling eyes or dead ones hoping someone can tell which is which;

it's all about my mood.

A selfie is all me,

but who am I?

A poet, musician, artist, student, girlfriend, daughter, sister, aunt?

They call me many names but which is me?

Am I my acheviments or failures, my thoughts or actions, my outside or inside, my habits or randomness?

Am I blonde, eyes that always seem to change colors, or a nose that goes down the ranks of my family? 

One selfie filtered is not me, but the entirety of them all? 

Yes, they are all me.