I can't tell who I am, or if there even is someone that is me. I drift through life unsure of if I have a personality, or I just copy bits and pieces of fandom characters I like, and people around me.

 Am I witty with the impression I'm much smarter than my peers? Or am I imitating Sherlock Holmes? Am I in love with the beauty of space and endless possibilities? Or am I copying parts of the Doctor? Am I working through the stress and panic and fear by putting up smiles or anger? Or am I just holding up the facade of C!Tommy? Who am I? Is there someone past all these stolen traits. Is there somewhere I belong or am I just a creature in between changing to fit different things? 

Is there a me that I'm soon too meet when I restart school life friendships? Being around new people I've never met, with new interests, and different point of views, will that fix me? Was I broken to begin with? 

I'm the loser of my game. I made the game yet I'm still loosing. Is there a person beyond the smile and eyes?