Who?

What do people see me as?
I wish i could know.
but every time I think.
its just another blow.

everyday the same.
head filled with wonders.
and every night as dead.
in thoughtless,dreamless slumbers.

endless and pointless.
in figuring it out.
going on with life.
always seeming to pout.

pain and love.
tragedy and surprises.
suffering and happiness.
over others demises.

evil, but true.
nice but devious.
going after the weak..
and all the easiest.

surviving among many.
with questions while wandering..
alone and together.
but still just pondering..