You AreLost in the people you’ve become, you feel your body growing numb.Each character killing the person you thought you were.Each character is a piece of whom you wish to be.To be anyone then who you think you are.Hiding yourself from ever having to feel, from ever having to be real.Feeling the writer’s pain is easier than to acknowledge your own.You become someone who feel’s, someone who’s real.Not just real to you but to everyone else as well.But to deny your feeling’s you are denying yourself.You know who you are,You are realYou are a teacherYou are a singerYou are an actressYou are a coachYou are a wifeAnd you areYour own self.