Disassociation of Yourself

Perspectives are only a hint of a lonely mind,
Leading you to believe "If you search you'll find",
But this can't be real, it could never be true,
The only thing you struggle to find - is you,

Who are you?, Whats your purpose in this life?
If you try, could you ever overcome this strife?
Do you even know the name of your own soul?
Or is this an imagination that will never be whole?

When you take something that is rightfully yours,
Does it set off a chain of meaningless wars?
Do you ever fear that you could never be real?
Running scared because you're too afraid to feel,

When someone is polite and asks your name,
Do you find that you never could feel the same?
That you really don't care who they are,
Or the reason they have that mutilated scar?

Does your reflection ripple the waves of your past?
Making you feel as though it will be unsurpassed,
Or are you incapable of remembering who you were?
Having a past that has been reduced to a blur,

Are you losing your way on this heart-breaking search?
Finding parts of yourself that make your stomach lurch,
Or are you finding that your entire life has gone awry,
That everything you've ever known - has been a lie...