I've lived so long inside your dreams,
I've lost sight of my own;
Suppressing all my wants and needs,
My sense of self has flown.
I sometimes wonder who I am,
Or if I'm really me;
Is the visage in the looking glass
The person I should be?
Just pull my strings and I will dance
To any tune you choose;
The music matters little now--
I've nothing left to lose.
Poem written by HarleyGal