Who Am I?

In darkened night,
I question myself daily,
Who am I?
What do I stand for?
And never does a real answer arise.
Am I the geek?
Who has mastered in trigonometry?
Or the slacker?
Who will end up on the streets?
Do I cry out in angst yet am unheard?
My future what's it hold?
Will I live 10 more minutes?
Or be knocked out cold?
My soul is vanishing,
I have no identity.
I'm Jane Doe,

My life makes no sense,
I have no where to turn,
Nothing to learn.
I try and stay in shape.
But what for?
I have no reason to remain on this earth,
Yet here I sit.

Is it my friends?
Do they keep me here?
Is losing them really one of my great fears?
Who am I?
Am I a successor?
Or just another failure?

I breathe,
I sleep,
I think,
Yet have no identity,
My mind is young,
No real structure.

I feel,
I cry,
And eventually will die,
I know I'm human,
But why don't I feel it?

My family is shattered,
They have no structure,
Is this what my future leads to?

Will I lead a life of lies?
Or will I find myself?
I've been found before,
Can it not happen twice?

So I bury myself in thoughts,
Searching for my identity,
My name is just a word,
It has no true meaning.

I have been placed upon this earth for a reason,
My creator has a purpose for me,
What the is my purpose?
Only he knows.
But in my body a gift was bestowed,
It was the gift of life and I shall take this gift,
And not be rude,
I will find myself and purpose,
Even if it takes eternity for an answer to surface...