WHO is me?

Some people talk about the good times but here I am reminiscing about the bad Does that make me affected? Does that make me crazy? Who am I why am I battling with self identity Why am I standing by people who don't care Who doesn't see me forever affected never treated I'm not even seeking approval I'm seeking worry trust entitlement something you will never understand And that's what she said she said don't leave me don't forsake me don't hide me but do bind me keep me warm on cold days warm my heart but don't put it to shame I seek to be seen and not be chosen because what if I'm chosen and never seen what if I go missing and you don't know where to look what if I die and you don't know the cause she said "beloved is you and loved is me" so WHO is me?