Anatta

Who I am
shows in what I do;

still, craving approval,
what I do
is not entirely who I am;

at swings of mood,
who I am
does not always dictate all I do.

When you take my hand
is it who I am that you accept
or is it what I do
that you approve of?

If you'd like to keep these traits
that come from who I am,
don't turn your back on those flaws
that wouldn't be there were I not who I am.

Does it matter anyway
who I really am
when all that the world sees
is only what I do?

And yet, who am I
when it keeps changing,
growing,
for you,
with you,
because of you;

who am I
when I want it to change,
to grow,
for me,
for life,
with or without you?