Empty space

Never have I known who I was,
Until the opinions of others shaped me.

No matter how you piece me together,
There's always a empty space.

Growing older by the day,
With an hourly wage pay,
All I am is a serial number
With an experatation date.

Keep fighting the good fight they say,
As they pat me on the back...
They all want to know where I'm going,
And love to take a wild guess...
Applying pressure to my temple,
With an explosion of mess.

Where are you going he says,
As I look at mans best friend.
I'll be back later I lie,
But Im never coming home again.