I am me? A Winter Giovanni poem

I am me, but who am I?

I bleed, I sneeze, I eat, and I pee.

I am the cook, the lover, and a friend, like no other.

I am the referee, the coach, the limo driver, like no other.

I love me.  

I breathe, I bath, I laugh and I cry,

I hope that one day to never die.

I am weak, yet I am strong

I am right, but sometimes I'm wrong.

Who am I?

That woman that sometimes lets out a deep sigh.

That woman that has so much love to divide.

You ask me, my friend, why? Who am I?

But tell me, my friend, why ask why?