I am no one and everyone. I'm stuck in the crowd drifting in and out.
I'm eager to escape, to breathe freely and live happily.
To open my eyes and truely see what's around me.

I'm a conundrum, simplistic yet complex.
A riddle never to be studied, a riddle never to be solved.
I can be brilliantly livid or obscurely luminous.

An eternally internal rival.
I have a a strong, yet weak dispostion.
The fragililty feeds my fears.

I am plain and extravegant.
I am no one, but I am everyone,
Yet, no one sees it except me.