No One

No one knows me. They think they do, but in all reality they don't. They see this physical being as a warm, open, sensitive creature. But really, this being is nothing. It walks around breathing and looking, analyzing people that have lost their way. It has no control and no voice about anything. It wonders what its purpose is. It ponders on that while it continues to question life. Then it looks up and see nothing. No path, just darkness. Nothing can help this being, it must learn to help itself.