Why am I?

Feeling sad in the abyss of solitude.
Not part of the world, but of the world.
Sleep walking into the shell of life.
I sit with wounds of abandonment, nonconforming to the will of man.
A lack of connection, so alone.
Why am I?
Who am I?
Who am I, is a deep question.
I really don’t know me!
I wish to travel in my authenticity, comfortable in my skin, balanced, LOVED.
Living true to who I am, but WHO AM I….
Why am I afraid to be seen?
Who am I, to the existence of life?
I am lost in a sea of confusion, What is my purpose – WHO AM I?
Is it okay to speak, to interject, to impart my words, to have a voice?
Can my voice be heard among the noise of the world.