Who am I?

How do I even begin to find myself,
In this messed up world that we call Life?
What is this Life that everybody speaks so highly of?
How do you know when you have finally found it?
Is there a chime that you hear,
Telling you that you've got the question right?
Or a light appearing,
When before there was none?

In this Life, there are;
Strangers who smile as you smile at them,
But inside, you are screaming out, "Help!"
Friends that tell you they appreciate you,
While betraying you behind your back.
People who say that they love you,
At the same time, not knowing or understanding you.

When one is lost in this Life,
Who can they turn to for help to guide them on their way?
Those strangers who can't see;
Those friends who betray;
Or how about those loving people who just don't understand?
There is no map, no guide, no internal compass
Pointing you in the right direction.

Where does a person go?
Who do they turn to?
When they believe that there is no hope or answer for the