I am
          a man.
          a boy.
          a person.

I am
          a writer,
          designer,
          saxophone player.

I am
          the one who argues about ethics.
          the one who knows too much about mathematics.
          the one who appears arrogant despite low self-esteem.

I am
          a twenty-one year old who has no idea what he is doing.
          halfway to feeling like an adult, but already acting like one.
          unsure of myself, my intentions, or my own mind.

I am
          growing up.