I wrote this poem when I couldn't be myself.

When I broke into pieces

And didn't know which one to be.

No longer I know myself
They say "Be yourself"
How though? Be yourself?
When you don't even know yourself, yourself

I hear them
But the voice is gone
I am breathing
But the life's gone

Difficult to hear
I'm in a zone
What I want to be?
It's hard to expound

Dearth of Spirit
Dearth of Motivation
Dearth of Elegance
Dearth of Quotation

An expression becomes fake
Who are "you"
The version I'll take?

Words inside me, feelings built.
The master has failed more
Than novice has tried dear

I'm lost
I don't want to be saved
I want to be found