Everyday I Commit Identity Theft

Everyday I steal an identity Not really someone's identity But feather what they view Or what they think of me Why do I fear Losing myself When I don't know Who I am Or where I belong? It is so strange "I know you More than you know yourself" I don't know the person Who will asleep in their casket They do not know The one who ponders And thinks At night We do not know The person writing These poems