A few more words

Lost in the transition between myself and me
I tried to find the right chords
All i could hear was the silent symphony of life
And a few more words.

Looking into my eyes and behind them
I searched everywhere, amongst many worlds
But all i saw were the tears of despair and pain
And a few more words.

In days of joys and nights of sorrows
Trying to speak to my demons and lords
But all i could say was that i'm me
And a few more words.

me..

I'm me. isnt it a great way to start thinking? instead of asking who am I...which anyways according to me a 100 million people all over the world would be asking themselves..i prefer to start with the answer... my identity has always been a mystery..not for others but for me... people around me know me as a cheerful, outgoing guy with crazy traits...now before you think that i'm going to be another one of those sick "i'm happy on the exterior but sad inside" let me tell you i for sure am not.. but i'm not sure about what i really am either.

I never knew what i wanted from my life...so i chose to live it for others around me..live for them..help them out..be there for them..but still i get branded as a selfish person kinda hurts but i stopped caring abt it....

I prefer the mask of anonymity that the keyboard provides me, to the distinct identity my pen would put on display everytime i use it. Its just so much better to be anonymous..but in my case i anyways am anonymous.. :) there are so many things about me which people around me have no clue about.. i thought i'd write a little about me just for those who'd take some time out to read what i'd write later.. in some hope that anyone of them would be able to answer my question...who am I?