Missing Person *Poem*

Missing Person

It’s so idiotic the way I fell for it.

First known, first trusted.

That’s the rule I always followed.

Should’ve known better.

Should’ve trusted the voice in the back of my head.

I went along with all that you said.

Then it was like you changing faces in the middle of a dream;

Or more like a nightmare, then you backstab me.

I thought you were true.

I thought you were real.

Maybe I should stop thinking and start knowing.

Maybe not.

Make a change.

Make a move.

Do something for yourself for once.

Not likely.

You see, I always rely on others for my happiness.

Stupid, I know. But it’s the only thing that gets me through the day.

Maybe I should stop following and start leading.

Maybe not.

Never follow others. Be yourself.

How can someone be themselves when they don’t even know who they are?

No identity.