Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Who am I?
I am whoever you make me out to be.
I am a figment of the world's imagination.
Nothing real.
No sense of self.
No me.
Nobody.
I am.

(Note: This is a poem I wrote in college, during a period of time when I was depressed and struggling to find...anything, really.  It's dated September 3, 2003, which puts it a couple of weeks into my junior year.  It actually resonated with me much more later on, in my mid-to-late-20s.  Anytime something keeps coming back like that, I know it hit on something true.  I really love this one!)