Who Am I?

I don't know who i am.... and why i dream all night or how I'm going to get out of this situation and when will my suffering of crying for the world or the tears for myself i feel soo greedy about become blessings or just cease to fall I don't know what i am i fear my words and sphere of influence sometimes care too much of how the human race judges me and the ultimatum of truth of the fact of how i guess that's mans plan.... because if we're created in god's image and man is judging me I'm terrified of god I don't know who i am and how am i to compromise with a god or any being that worships human sacrifices no matter how they twist it and it drives me to confusion so bad i cry for the witch doctor victimized women drowning in my head the African queens and slavery tormented souls that keep coming to visit and in my head time an dtime again i hear i want o go home I don't know who i am but have been thrown away psychologically by music and movies and television to make me feel like dirt to buy products and get me to exercise out of desperation to belong to get me to pick up a knife or a gun to become desperate to fight for my life and country and stand up for the love of a god we attach to human sacrifices witch burnings slavery and holocausts and bombs I don't know who i am or why i think this way i have a thought in my head and don't know if its mine or yours and then it seem slike week slater i hear it transformed into a song I write something down scared to change it in case i ruin it and whatever psychologist in the future cant make any new discoveries from my mistakes and ego mania and lack of pride but at the same time i fear and know this page with many others if i printed this into a book would be ripped up and torn out in fear that they would discover something they didn't already know and the satanism I'm trying to prevent would figure out the psychosis and mentality of some of gay life's fetishes i despise i don't know who i am but my heart is broken and I'm tired and i give really good advice i know how to get to the heart of the matter and understand a philosophy of turning peoples lives into amusement park rides I don't know who i am and in my head i hear these voices that say they are crying and one is loud in emotion whispering to me please hide who am i?