Am I after all.

Another sort poem I made

I am a shattered painting of nothing.
I am looking for the answers to my unanswerable questions.
I am a pointless star, drifting in a forgotten sea of nothing.
I am still here, ever having been at all.
And I ask the question we all ask.
Am I after all?

I am a stranger, but this land is familiar.
I am the one who no one knows.
I am still here, and I've always been here.
I am lost in the place I should be found,
And I ask the question no one should need to?
Am I after all?

I am a question I don't know the answer to.
I am a story without a beginning, middle, or end.
I am a ghost that never died.
I am a wind in a vacuum.
And I ask the question without an answer.
Am I after all?