Nobody. No One.

I searched the depths of my soul.
To find out who I really am.
Down deep I found nothing.
I am nobody.
I am no one.
No identity to be had.
Master of impersonations.
Trying on others personalities.
Seeing if any taste familiar.
Mimicker of emotions.
Walking in your footsteps.
Trying to be someone.
I am nobody.
I am no one.
Unsure if ever I was someone.
Anyone recognizable.
My very being empty.
Just a shallow shell.
A shell of what should have been.
I long to morph into what I will be.
I want to be somebody.
Now.
I am nobody.
I am no one.

- Asia Aneka Anderson, Nobody. No One. 2016©