Identity crisis.

It is me, myself, and I. Drifting through the passage of life.
There is light everywhere around, but to me there is none, Blinded by emptiness, as I run awry looking for a bleak Ray of hope. Or maybe I'm just not looking in the right direction.

I can be Light, I can be laughter, I can be a symphony to your ear, I can be Madness, I can be Joy, or as melancholy as the monsoon showers.
I can be Rage, I can be envy, I can be sorrow or a lustful tease, tearing at your heart.
I am everything and nothing all at once.

What am I really?
An object of another's possession?
A mere entertainer and bringer of smiles?
A trophy of another's victory?
A sigil of another's blight?
Or am I a being of my own, an individual that could stand out?
Or
Maybe I'm just nobody, as I blend and fade away in this crowd.