I belong here and I am not

Sometimes I wonder what if I am not existing here.

What if nobody can remember me.

Nobody ever remembers my presence. This house I called my house, this house I live. Does anything really matter? Do they know me? Where is me in my house? How can I be defined? 

Do they really feel me, can they see my presence?

Do I really have an existence, so that anyone can notice my absence even when I am not here?

Do they know my passion, my choices? 

Do they?

 

Whom I called my partner, my pieces my kids?

Can you guess me?

AM I here with myself or not?