Unknown

• Anjie Wang, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

I often wonder,
Who am I really?
Am I just a being,
Carrying a name?
Is there a reason,
Why I am out here,
Living and breathing,
In this huge scary place?
Why is it that,
I feel so alone,
So cold in this world,
Tossed and forgotten.
Is there any point being out here,
Trying to survive,
When the rest are also trying,
To do what I am.