Who am I?

Who am I?
I'm not this whore.
I'm not the same,
As before.

I'm now an artist,
An artist with a twist,
My stencil is a razor,
My canvas is my wrist.

This wasn't supposed to happen,
She was only a mask.
But now I don't who who's me,
And I'm too afraid to ask.

Who am I?
I'm not this whore.
I'm not the same
Anymore.