Who Am I?

A thousand years gone Still feels like yesterday. How I survived this long, remains a miracle.

Wait. I'm dead!
Long dead, its been a thousand years,
But my heart still beats.

The world changes before my eyes,
Still, i remain unknown to all.

Clothed with cloaks,
yet to transform to my kind.
Am a grim reaper.
I know it.
Yet am different.

Rejection has become a part of me.
My kind calls me human, the humans doesn't see me.

Maybe am immortal,
I laughed at my own thoughts.
Who am I?

It's pointless asking.
I belong to no one. my bleeding heart beats,
wishes to be accepted someday.

In my tragic world, i silently prayed.