Who am I?

I sought to find out what's wrong with me.

Internal battles and depersonalized feelings,

I don't feel real.

Ever since adolescence,

I questioned my very existence, my purpose.

I might ask myself, "Who am I?"

I can't remember much, is my body protecting me?

Can I be saved? Do I long for protection and a savior?

One does not exist.

People laugh, but I look at my reflection as if I were a stranger.

I can't remember my own appearance until I look in the mirror.

Who am I?