Every night and everyday I sit and wait

I watch while everyone passes by but,

everyday no one stops.

As I sit in silence I wonder

Who am I?

What was I made for?

Why am I here?

I slowly start to realize I don’t know who I am.

So I continue to watch silently and wait to see what happens next in my life.

Then one exhausted looking mother of three looks at herself in me and sighs

At her coffe, food, and paint stained shirt

She then breaks down crying and leaves with her three children.

Then another person comes this time it is a man who is in a brand new Armani suit and new dress shoes .

He looks at me quickly fixes his suit then hurries off to who knows where.

Slowly but surely over time many people stop to look at me and quickly fix themselves or they just sit and stare.

I long to be one of those people who know where they belong in this world of hate ,cruelty and kindness .

I fear I will never know who I am.

I fear I will always be over looked.

I fear I will never have a reason to be on this world .

I’m scared just out of plain fear no, no

I’m scared because I have no idea who I am.

I slowly start to realize that I have no true identity I only the identity of the person who stands infront of me as I reflect their issues right back at them.