The One Known as Myself

The one known as
myself used to be a
vapor in the wind, had not a
single soul, nothing but a
flickering flame.

The one known as
myself had
not a care in the
world, for he is a
stranger looking in the
foggy window.

The one known as
myself
had no friends, no one
to talk to, and no one
who cared about his existence.

But
then one day the one known as
myself
stood up, and for the
first time, he was
able to
breathe in the
fresh, spring air.

People
look at the one known as
myself and he
wonders what they
see.

Then the one known as
myself
wondered why he
cared so much.
Should he?