Penny for your thoughts

Listeners and talkers. Does that really exist? Isn't it more like talkers and pretend to be listeners?
Our opinions of ourselves is the number one thing that matters.
Because our view of ourselves is how we display ourselves. A loser is only a loser if his influenced by others to think his one. Yet, there comes a point where I wonder if we ever really listen to anyone but ourselves.
Maybe it's characteristics, but wouldn't you rather talk then listen? Even if you're shy, the moments you do talk, aren't they more enjoyable then the momenta you listen to the people round you?
That's a point, yet know we all listen. Some do it better then others. We all listen to learn, to discover, to meet new people. How else would we know our friends, our family?
Isn't there a catch though? Whether we listen to a person in depth, everyday even, will we still know what's the persons definition? Don't we all portray different masks in different lights?
That's not to say a person doesn't show themselves out there, but in a way, we sort of don't.
Every thought defines you, but we don't always say them.
I wonder, how much could we truly shine ourselves. How much could we display for others to understand? Even if they will see and read a persons thoughts, would that make them understand the person, or judge him more?
It's a never endless cycle of questions I don't know why I bother to ask.
The person who knows you best is you. We are all born alone, and the die the same.
Then why is it we seek human companionship? Why do we relay on each other to be there, and any life isn't worth living without a loved one? The ironic thing is, we seek a human touch and yet we never fully trust it. We never truly bare ourselves or expose, because it will only deem us as weak when in reality, we all seek the same thing.
Maybe only a mind reader could really fully know a person, and yet maybe the can't.

I'm Kelly, and yet who am I?