The silent screams of hollow children

Purpose

Sometimes I feel
Like I both
Do and don't
Exist
Like I'm both unheard
And the loudest voice out there
Like my purpose for life
Isn't a purpose
I feel like I'm both popular
And hated
Both
Bullied
And the
Bully
It's strange
It's like living
Spilt up
In a billion pieces
Different personalities
Different fragments of you
In each piece
Not knowing which
Is the real you
Only knowing that
All these pieces
Come together to form you
But not one has a true purpose
Not one
Means something more than
Itself