Who am I? I am my own stranger. I am not the one Who speaks Who feels Who wonders. I cannot hear myself When I scream. I cannot feel it When I am stabbed By your daggers. I do not feel the blood As it drips down From my violent wounds You have inflicted on me. I am numb. I do not care about anything. Nothingness is what I am. Nothing but a shadow A dark mirage That no one sees. Who am I? I am but a stranger No one knows me. Not even myself.