What Poem Form Is This Poem

*CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FORM OF THIS POEM IS!!!* I am dead to the world, but alive to myself, for the voices give me company, inside of my head. I fell susceptible to society, who altered my identity, in which then I reached for help. I reached to god, who thought I was fraud, for all that proceeded was silence. I sold my soul, to who later stole, the light emitted from my day. My shadow I see, Looks nothing like me, For the devil is all that appears. The mirror I observe, is all that I deserve, for now the darkness overwhelms. I am what I see, despite not looking like me; the death of my identity. I am no longer existent. I am dead to the world. I am dead to myself.