Who are we?
Why do we dream, and think and create?
Do we have any higher purpose?

I live life without knowing who I should be-
not knowing what I should be.
When I look in the mirror I am blinded by the words that my eyes scream,
my true confusion is too much for me to handle on my own.

I often dream of having purpose,
to know that I am worth something,
that I have a goal,
a reason to live.
I have never had one though,
and I wonder day after day if I ever will have one...

Why do these thoughts plague me?