“Who am I?”, she screamed
Clawing, fighting the darkness
“Nobody” was the answer
from her loneliness it seemed.

“Who am I?” she cried
But out in the light, no one knew.
“Nobody” resounded again.
She felt like she had died.

“Who am I?” she asked.
Too dark to see, too light to know.
“Nobody” was the reply
The hurt of this she masked.

“Who am I?” she pleaded.
“You are you.” A faint voice far away.
“Somebody is who you are.”
But like the rest to nobody he conceded.

“Who am I?” she queried.
The light penetrated brightly
“Nobody” resounded and echoed
She wished she were dead and buried.

“Who am I?” she stated
She clawed at her confines
“I am me” she decided.
To that loneliness was she fated?

“I am who?” she knew the reply
The darkness dawned
The light just faded.
Her throat was just so dry.

“I am” and that’s what she knew
No longer clawing or fighting
Fated to just be
To that end only anger was true.

There was none there for her in the end.
The darkness choked her
The light was never there
And it was never her friend.