Who am I, and what have I become?

Who am I, and what have I become?
Do these emotions belong to me?
It’s been so long since I was genuinely happy.
So used to feeling nothing at all,
This spark in my chest is unusual.

Sometimes I hear a voice in my head,
A lingering doubt that fills me with dread.
Does the voice belong to me, or to you?
Sometimes I can’t tell the difference
Between the two.

As if my mind was torn up, piece by piece
And all those bits of me
You’ve rearranged the way you thought best.
Leaving just one smaller sh...