Who Am I?

April 12, 2010
I’m a nobody in this lonely world
No one knows who I truly am, and they never will

While they may poke and prod at my flesh, trying to see the inside
They don’t know me, for I’m just a speck of dust to them

They don’t know what I like, what I don’t like or what I truly despise
They don’t know what I feel, what makes me sad or angry

They don’t know what I do, my hobbies and my passions being my motives
They don’t know what I see; the world in which I live in is an interesting place

Forget all that they say, for they don’t know any better
Figuring me out is like finding every star in the universe: impossible

Some don’t care, and don’t even bother to see me
Though some may feel indifferent, and some may try hard
But I know who I am, and that’s what matters

Who am I? Nobody, that’s who,
Because I’m only invisible

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