Poems that bleed

Identity

You used to hide from the pain
Now you linger waiting for that feeling again
You dreamt of the day
the agony would turn to dust
you wouldn't feel it anymore
now you feel nothing at all
call me a shadow person because I'm a shadow of my former self,
identity I don't know her,
I'm a blank canvas
I paint only what I see
make it into my mask
it morphs by every new personality i meet
i plagiarized your emotion thoughts and feelings so I could feel like a human being to fit in
but I'm just an entity who doesn't feel reality
I'm a shell of who I once was
manifested myself out of your Perception
you cannot conceive what's happening to me
no amount of understanding will get you to see that I am not me
I'm not anyone
because there is no true personality in me where's my grip on reality
she left like the friends I once loved and lived for now there's no one
not a personality I can resonate with and copy
I'm back to my former husk
waiting in the dark
for an unsuspecting personality
that I can morph into my own identity
till they're gone and I'm left as I am
an emotionless entity
a spirit a shell of a former life
who has lost themselves along the way
hoping to find that connection
a taste of the person they once were
a forgotten spirit that walks amongst the living what a twist of fate
to live being seen and able to be heard
but no one to sit with you on your corner
pull you out of your personal hell you invented your mind is a raging war
you just wanted peace
instead the battle of emotions was a losing battle for all and now your brain is foggy
you can't remember the person you were
but you miss them
so who were they?
I guess you'll never really know