Losing Identity

Left in an unending cycle,
Search and Loss,
Pain and Regret,
Can the empty be filled again?

Walking onwards,
Another person, true,
But not by willful choice.
Carapace becomes you.

Its a slow fate,
Borders falling,
Day by day;
Week by week.

Weeks become months,
And months become years,
Self becomes small,
Taken over; mere shade.

Each day, a model,
Life but a runway.
Choose from a drawer,
Of well tailored masks.

Place on each one,
A false emotion.
Fun, Shy;
Anger, Madness.

Who can know?
Metallic taste,
On cut-out tongue.
Comes with unwholeness.

Try and try,
To find identity.
What happens;
When it's already gone?