How different is one soul,

From the rest?

How diverse can one be,

From the others?

One heart, one mind, one soul,

Lost and torn,

Between what is real and fake,

Natural and forced,

Good and evil,

Right and wrong,

Two opposite directions,

Raging on in one body,

Skin crumbling away,

Like fire eating at flesh.

Lost, dark and confused,

Like a newborn.

There's a thirst to belong,

A thirst to choose one path,

A thirst to know,

The origin, the birth, the purpose,

And the very end.

Until the last breath,

Struggling to find an answer,

To one mind puzzling question,

Who am I?