Who are you? Who am I?

A submission for the writer's contest Who are you?

  Who am I? In the morning I get ready for work, a silent man moving silently through a house watching out for any other signs of life. A toilet flushes indicating someone is in the bathroom upstairs. I step out of the house to start my journey to work.

  Who am I? Youtube music is turned on, a random playlist start to play, beginning with Jess Glynne, Hold my hand. I hit an app. I am a Pokemon trainer, gotta catch them all, as I journey to work. I arrive to the ending of a cover of Royals by Pentatonix, a captivated audience.

  Who am I? For the next nine hours I am part of a team. Who in turn are part of a company. I do my part. I pick and pack stuff. Drive a forklift, load a lorry. My team leader relies on me for the knowledge that I have. Some days are full of frustration. Some days are full of laughter. Most days I go home knowing i done the best I can. It is enough and a measure of me.
  Who am I? I get home. I have something to eat and then I pause and think. I could go to my best mate, who I known for over a quarter of a century, since we were boys at school, who children call me uncle, a family man. I could become a mechwarrior on my computer, winning countless battle. I could become a reader and be lost in a world that is not of this one. I could spend time browsing through facebook and catching up with people, many of whom I have not seen in years. I could be any of these or a multitude.
  Who am I? It late at night, and the part of me that I never show anyone begins to show. Everyone sees me as a person bubbling through with all sorts of emotions. Late at night however, I become a silent man again. Recovering from a day of life. For you see, Although I am all of these people throughout the day I hide a secret.
  Who am I? I am a man who battles depression who was taught to never give up. I am tired of existing. But I refuse to just lay down and give up. Because every so often, something happens and I find myself making a choice. Sometimes, that is all that is needed

  Who am I? I am a story that only been partially told, that interweaves with other stories to form a bigger story. Am I the villan? Am I the hero? Or just part of the plot filler? Who am I?

  I can only conclude, I am me. For better or worse.