Throughout my life there has always been one question on my mind. It torments me every waking minute of the day, and occupies my thoughts. And that question is, Who am I? The athlete? The Genius? The Comedian? The Giant? Lately I've realized this isn't who I am. These are simply the many masks I put on for acceptence. The things I do to satisfy others take away from my true identity. This alias I've created contains me in a rock-solid shell, and I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to break free. Do you want to know who I really am? I'm the Poet. The Artist. The Singer. The Actor. This is who I am, and who I want to be. But what would people think if they could see this person? Would they accept this stranger? The better question is...would I accept this stranger? At this point can anyone or anything annihilate the imposter you see before you? My fear of judgement, both internal and external, won't allow my true self to destroy him. I'm not afraid of people judging the quality of my work, I'm afraid of what people will think of the real me. Some may mistake my fear for weakness, but from weakness can arise great stregnth. One day the real me will escape from my protective barrier, or prison as it sometimes seems. And on that day my inner stregnth will be released and I can then share my gifts with the world. But untill that day comes, I'm the Athlete. The Genius. The Comedian. And the Giant. For these my friends are the many masks of me.