Forgotten Identity

All my life I dreamed of the days I would be able to sit and reminisce of all my thoughts of who I am, who I wish to be and who I was. Now I have it and I am finding myself lost in the midst of my own identity. Who am I? What have I done? When I think of my life story, it ends as soon as it begins. Ive experienced the many turns of life and succeeded in most I have done, but all this time something has been missing, my heart. I have not once done something which is truly me. I have not once achieved a great accomplishment and looked at myself with pride. I have never truly smiled while in the company of my own, in fact Ive never truly smiled. I wish to dance on the shores of the beach at sunset, I wish to sing my lungs out while the rest of the world is on mute. I wish to make love from dusk till dawn and from now on I wish for the day where Im finally the real me.