The Mask

Who am I? ..
The answer eludes me, I don’t know..
Something so easy, yet its all in the dark..
Nothing beyond a name appears..
Am I the shell I wore to escape the past?..
Or am I the one who disappeared..
Once a mask was worn?..

My mind is numb, heart silent..
And soul, into many pieces, torn..
Each piece a new masquerade..
To disguise myself in a new guise..
Each time to escape what I can’t run from..

Losing myself, so no one can find me..
Losing in a way that even I can’t find my way out..
Each guise a stranger I know better than myself..
For I do not know who I really am..
Not anymore..

So, I ask, who is the real me?..
But I don't want to relate the present to my past..
Not since the mask I wore became me..
And I, just another one of my masks..