What If

What if I was to never know you?
What if all my close friends were gone?
If I was to never meet anyone.
Then I just wouldn’t belong.

I would miss the smiling,
the laughing, and even the crying.
Everything sentimental, all the times
even the ones that were emotional.

All the times that helped me grow,
every moment that played like a show.
Every time that shaped me, that
molded me to who I am.

What if all of it, was just a big sham.
I would miss knowing you,
I would miss knowing them.
Most of all, I would miss knowing who I am.

The people that surrounded me,
that cradled me through everything.
They make up who I am, so what
would happen, if this was all just a sham?