Who Am I?

Am I a figment of your imagination?
Only thought of in times of a horrible situations
Once given life appearing to the world
And as I look around to see the reflection of myself in your face,
I am taunted, not given the chance to express myself

So who am I?
Am I the words written on the wall
Silenced to society, but still visible to the public
Hushed to quietness left in a dark and cold room
The one person who dares not judge you will fall

The thought of being ridiculed by peers
It depresses my motives to painful tears
Walking on a cloud as high as nine
I find that I am no one

After trying so hard to find the pieces of my soul
It is clear that sleep is the cousin of death
In the blink of an eye we can be vanished from the world
So who are you?