I Am Many

Half awake
everything is happening in front of me
I am not there.  I am a ghost.  I am.. dead?
I am lost in my head, swimming around.
Words from my surrounding only cloud
my aura.  
In here, I am alone.  I am me, where no one can see me.
My thoughts are my own, my mind is my own.
No, my mind is being controlled.
They have their clawing hands wrapped tight,
pulling me into their world, where they know safety will cease.
I am lost, the whispers control me, my name is used with violent temptation.
Finally, I am unaware of who I was, am, and ever will be.
I am not me, I am many.