Who Am I? Who Are You? Who Are We?

Due to the absence of feeling lately, I have come to realize, that nothing that I do, really shows anything about me. Since I was fifteen. I've become someone else, a hidden face in the crowd, a lonely heart wanting to be found. But really, who am I? who are you? who are we? a growing civilization, on this lonely world we know as earth. But what is earth, does it even matter? because no matter how hard someone tries it seems to show that everything stops spinning in the end. And now i wonder, If i turned around, and tried to be someone else, would it even matter? would it change the opinion of self righteous biased people in society? would it cause a movement? would it start a riot? or would it do nothing at all. Its sad to think your just one person, who really has no say in what happens to the world, unless you are a government official, or maybe an environmentalist. but if your just you, a little person. a mere one of a billion, what's there to do to change yourself from the rest. Is it sad to think you are alone? is it bad to think nothing will ever change? or is it bad to say that you really don't care anymore. I guess it is when you find it hard to think for yourself. But when all is said and done, your still only one. and you fit into a place, it might not be obvious now. or in the next few weeks, but maybe before you meet him face to face you'll have found your place, a way to speak your face. because thinking about it now, I'm tired of being just in the crowd, i need a way to break free and maybe its in him that ill finally find me.