A Real Person I think I am real (But I am unsure). I feel pain and sadness, I feel sickness and hunger, I feel distant and floating, Detatched, Like I am some ancient being that stole this body, Unsure of how it works exactly. Did the person I stole it from die? Or are they trapped, screaming in the back of my brain, Unable to do anything? I should want to return it, But I like who I am. If I left, would the person I am now change? Not being controlled by emotions or body anymore, Would I twist into the thing I was, Instead of who I am now? I like who I am, I like being human, But would I be able to steal a soul for it, Trapping someone in my head, Living the #life that should have been theirs? Their friends and family are living with a lie, A fake person, trying to pretend, But they are my friends as well, And I don't want to leave.