Who Am I?

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, They will never know what’s it’s like to live in my world But I know who I am, and that’s what matters! Who am I? Nobody, that’s who, Because I’m only invisible