Identity

Your worlds turned around no feelings of who you really are completely unsure of what you really want to be or what you need to feel, These feelings as if your world is being taken out from under you, Your identity you feel stripped from you like your no one just an object, you stand in a crowd you watch these familiar faces with out knowing who they really are, you see what you need what you need they have there laughter your identity they hold in them, what you need and what you wish you had but your just a object standing there watching what you need to feel and seeing what you need for you, hoping this is just a dream you can awake from, But the days go by nothing changes your still just an object standing in the crowd motionless waiting for what you really need, for what really matters, waiting for the love you can’t find, waiting to be alive, waiting for your chance at being able to feel , waiting for your identity of who you really are, And what your purpose you have other then just that motionless object standing in the crowd waiting and afraid of fear its self, while everyone passes you by, while you see what your in need of but not sure you’ll ever get that chance of feeling it…