I Am No One

I Am No One I am no one I don’t say this because I feel invisible, But because I cannot show, Who I am deep below. An identity is something hidden, Almost like a super hero or villain. But although I can show my face, My soul is still erased. I am not saying erased forever, Only erased till my heart is unlaced. A human’s identity is determined in the end, The good deeds he did, The hearts he did mend. But is it up to me to say what makes a man? No, I am describing me, a nice boy, My Identity waiting to be discovered, buried in the sand.