Who Am I?

Who am I? Who is this human in the mirror? Am I really myself? Am I me? I ask myself these questions a lot, and that's because I never feel like myself, more like I'm in a movie, or I'm someone's doll or a puppet on an imaginary string. I feel as if my life is planned out. I never think before I speak, like I'm reading from a script in my head. Is my life just one big lucid nightmare? How do I wake up? Is the monster in my head similar to the ones under my bed? No, the monsters under my bed are green and scaly, those monsters want to bite my toes and steal my teddy bears. So maybe this isn't a nightmare? Maybe I'm not meant to know myself yet. I may never know myself, or even who I am, but maybe in the future ill wake up from this nightmare or figure out who I am, and then find out my purpose in the world. My nightmare might become a wonderful dream, if I believe hard enough. Maybe my dream will come true, like wishing on a star or blowing the fluff off a dandelion. Maybe if I believe.