Exist

I’m afraid.

Having lived the life,

of a shared existence.

And is anything unique,

the feelings and emotions felt;

Are but one in a wave

of the entire humanity’s existence.

So is the experience to be human;

Felt, and thought,

just another copy of someone else’s?

And in all, the millions to your one,

surely there is a multitude who express

better than you about the same.

Surely all your thoughts, someone has had before.

But what if,

you were alone?

Would that not be more frightening?