Losing my identity

I don’t know, 

Who I am, 

Perhaps, 

I’ve never known, 

I look back, 

To find, 

A life, 

Of confusion, 

Happiness, 

True or false ?, 

What is reality ?

Are my feelings, 

False ?. 

Memories, 

Are they real ?.

So many questions, 

What do I really, 

Believe ?. 

Cocooned, 

Wrapped in a sense of, 

Uncomfortably numb. 

Trapped, 

This sensation of being, 

Confined within oneself, 

Unsure of,

Everything. 

Watching time pass, 

Yet, 

Powerless, 

To halt the remorseless advance, 

And a past, farther behind, 

To an uncertain future, 

As foggy, 

As what’s gone, 

Before. 

I don’t know, 

Who I really am. 

And that, 

Is Scary. 

Scared of the past, 

Scared of the present, 

Scared of the future. 

Always scared, 

Of the unknown, 

I have always known. 

I just don’t know, 

Perhaps, 

I never will. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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