Life is a pile of steaming, smelly *******.
Why can't I live my own life?
Why can't I make my own mistakes?
It's because I am nothing.
I am the shadow in the back of the classroom,
Who disappears when you turn your head.
I am a shifting wind,
Your drug dealer.
Your best friend.
Your enemy.
I am no-one at all, and you know not my name.
Not because you don't care.
Because I don't have one.