I am someone.

I have hopes and desires and fears and doubts

I have a life

Somewhere in that life is happiness

Other places there is darkness

There is a meaning just as there is a beginning and an end

There is a journey in the middle, and there 

am I trapped.

I have dreams and daydreams, and I have reality

They never collide

I have ideas

Stories, pictures, characters,

All in my head

Imaginary but oh, so real

Real as the lines on a sheet of paper

Words on a page

My world is unreal

I want to be my own person

Free, independent, alone

I am someone

I am no one

I am human

I want to be more.