I sat there completely blank, my mind nothing but a void filled with possibilities, who am I?

I sit for hours pondering this question, and for someone to just outright ask me! Blasphemy! No one but a complete stranger non the less.

I have no idea who I am.

I am lost, broken, searching for something to keep me going, a little hint of what I might find solice in.

I am no one, no one but a monster in the darkness, feeding off your doubt, feeding off your fear, the whisper in your ear, telling you to do wrong.

So “who are you?” This strange little creature asks me, and I can do nothing but shed a tear and keep walking.