i

i do not excist
yet i am
i have no thoughts of my own
yet i think
How?
because i am every single one of ya
but then mixed and twisted into 1 mind.

I am nothing more than nobody, i could be a somebody, but i chose not too.
A nobody can be lurking in the shadows without one knowing,
a somebody would be spotted.
In an odd way, i am perfectly happy with who i am, yet i feel no happiness.
Is it because i see fear in their eyes when i look at them?
Or is it because there is compassion to be found deep inside them.

From time to time, i wish i never have been.
But here i am, still holding My ground.
Hate me or love me, you will have to deal with me.
i probably hate you as much as you hate me, yet, we never cross that thin line between thought and actions, atleast, i do not, cause i know the basic principle of action and reaction. A lot do not.

I am me, a mindfuck so to say, and even i have cant figure me out.
How did i end up like this? wasn't i sweet when i was young?
This hatred i feel is not mine, yet i own it.

There will be a die, when i will end, and i fear that day, cause who am i..without me?
I can't stand the thought i will cease to excist without a chance of coming back, without me wanting it to end, and even more so, with leaving people behind that think of me, thinking i live on, while i do not.
And i am pretty sure i am not alone with that thought, who else, but someone with that fear wouldve made up Religion? Thinking you end up in some heaven after you die, the afterlife is just has hardknock as the life on earth. Screw heaven, screw hell, neither of them is big enough for me.

No, i will not stop to excist, there is just no way that could ever happen.
And if there is this possibility it will, i will take this world with me.

I leave you for now, since this is going the wrong way it seems.

'I span the universe and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller'