Who Am I

Who am I to this world?
Am I not
just a spec of life on this planet,
in this neverending system of stars and endless space?
Am I not
just another clump of cells in this bag of skin,
"ran" by a brain that only
operates of what society seems fit and correct?

Do I even have a personality?
Am I even funny?
Or is that just something that I've copied from the people I surround myself with.
Do I really have feelings,
the feelings of sadness, or even the feeling of overpowering joy?
Are they even mine
Or is it just something that's all in my head.
Do I even have a family and friends that care for me
Or is it just the ghosts that follow me around,
waiting for my end.

When I look in the mirror,
I don't see what you see
Or me anymore.
I see no one special anymore.
I see someone that is just too far gone.
I can feel this bag of skin rotting from the inside,
the sadness consuming me.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Who I was.
Who am I?
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