Watcher

Couldn't die
Was never born
A shadow where I lie.

Never am I seen
I'm everywhere, nowhere
Am nothing yet am a being.

A watcher of the world - this thing...
A loner to this human race
Yet all is wanted is belonging.

All I want is silence.
My emotions are of pain, fear...
And of terrible violence.

Yet the odd thing is...
I don't want to be ALONE.

A person once told me it sunded like it was a poem from God's point of view. That sort of amused me and makes me wonder now if that means I am vain.