Who Are You?

I know that no one reads my blogger so i dont mind putting crap on here.
Now i have been thinking about occupation. If you are what you are than why is your job what you are? Now if you think about it... if i told you i worked for New Jersey Transit as a trainmen that is what you would mention if you ever talk about me again. I don't think that your occupation should have anything to do with who you are. I am not my job i am not what my ID says i am not the contents of my wallet I am not what i do day by day I am not my name I am not what i own.... so let me ask.... who are you? do you know who you are? because if you ask me no one knows who they are.... you hear the phrase "thats just who i am." alot and it means nothing because no one really knows who they are. please if you know who you are give me an idea of what who you are means and how to define it. anyway this is just a few broken thoughts from me....
till next time....
-Mike

false conviction

Why fall?
When your not the one at fault.
Hide your alter egos
and stupid codes from the vault.
stick your badge in my face
and your gun down my throat
highten your authority
and were your special coat.
remember your the asshole
you dont care about your job
you make your assumptions
pride is all you rob.
so i will take my punishment
for a crime i did not commit
but you will have to live with it
in your head false conviction will sit.

as i was

If I were to stop
and rearange my life
give up on my pen
and focus on my sacrafice
would i be me?
or just another person
fighting for a facide
to be admired by YOUR son
buy the fancy car
and hundreds on a house
work at this job
traped like a mouse
this is not who I am
nor who i want to be
but welcome to like
and what its made of me
nothing left of my self
only items and body
my sole is to socioty
as i WAS to poetry.