Poem: What to say

What to say,

when you don’t know yourself,

as you embrace the image others have made for you,

puppet,

repeating what you were told,

or heard,

opinions,

so false that these falsities make you elicit false emotions,

get angry over other’s beliefs,

fake tears for the sadness that isn’t yours,

thinking that these feelings are yours,

and so,

in order to feel right,

to bring some structure to oneself,

to one’s identity,

you come to believe that perhaps this is you,

no foundation,

molded by others,

you become them,

and then say what they say,

muted by the words that are fed to you,

so, what can you say?