Who Am I?

In the solitude of me,

I saw myself.

In the solitude of me,

I asked myself, who am I?

The answer was nothing more than the solitude of me.

In the likeness of others,

I like myself.

In the dislike of others,

I dislike myself.

Who am I?

I no longer know.

I seek for an answer,

I demand for an answer.

When I no longer get the answers from around me,

I stop, I think and then I know

I’m nobody.