Who Am I?

Who am I? I am a listener in a world full of repliers. I am honest in a world full of liars, and while a fib may slip, I repent for my sins in front of people who bash triers. Yet I slither like a snake, and attack my prey, although the strike unexpected, I leave them knowing my name. I would say I'm humble, but that defeats the purpose. I can own a million things, and you'd never know of one purchase. And even still, people claim they know me, but they've only scratched the surface. I despise ones who encourage violence, amongst a familiar reflection of themselves. But become irate when others put violence, on the top shelves. I am derived from adoration, and cannot understand those who lack toleration. And while I now laugh from a place of admiration, I once cackled at ridicule and accusation. I am still making an effort to grow, into something I don't completely criticize. So I continue to ask myself, "Who am I?"