Ink and Pen ~ A Collection of Poems

"Just A Shell"

I am just a shell

There's no one in me

I'm just the body of other identities

None of my own

I am never me

I'm just a mess of other's personalities

Hundreds of people

All in my mind

They come all at once

Or one at a time

I am just a copy

Just a mirror of themselves

They all merge together

In this lonely, lonely shell

They ask who I am

I say I am me

But me is just collection of others, you see

I collect, and collect,

Actions that are not mine

I weave them together

In the depths of my mind

I am not original

I am not unique

All that I do

Others have done before me

I thought that I was

That I had my own self

Was unconsciously going on

As a messy ball of other selves

I tried to find it,

I tried to find me

But I was greeted by another

Every time that I seek

I act as others

Never as myself

Because when I try

I find there is no one there

So all I can do

Is go back as before

Be someone I'm not

'Cause what I am's an empty core

I'm a thief, that's all

I steal others to be myself

But take all the others away

I become just an empty shell