Who Am I?
When was I supposed to get here?
When am I supposed to go?
Who is my father?
Where do I belong?
What really happened that day?
Why don't they won't me to know?
Why does it hurt so much?
Why can't I let go?
How do they expect me to go on?
How do they expect me to understand?
What do I do now?
Where do I go?
Who am I?
None of these questions have answers. I don't know who my father is, where I belong, or where I go now? But I do know I am hated by Many, like by Most, and Loved by Few. I am Olivia Benson that much I do know!