What do I see

When I look around me,
What do i see?
I see joy, and pain.
Confidance, low self-esteem.
I see struggles and success.
I see everything.
When I look around me I see all of life,
I see even death.
I see how the earth breaths,
How she cries,
Even how she bleeds.
I see children at play,
Adults at work.
Glutany, starvation,
Joy and rage.
I see the complication of life and death
And then I look at me.
Why do I feel empty.
Forgotten and alone.
Pathetic, worthless,
Endless nothingness.
A being who will never have a place.
Why do I fight to be seen,
Scream to be heard
Why do I continue to try
When nothing is for me
But the bleak empty void.
The shell that I am.
A husk of a person.
Im I  really alive?
It seems like a crule joke.
How could I be living
When I know myself to be
Insignificant.
So you ask me,
What do I see
When I look at me?
I see nothing.
I am nothing.