Who Am I

How can one who lost himself find himself Every night i have a repeating dream of an empty field With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask As i pan the area one thing is different the mask With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they With no nonresistant i charge towards the mass as they did to me I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing Until one remain the field but this was different the clothes and mask were red As i lunge into an endless bout i grew more exhausted and tired But the one in red never slowed Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting Were Me I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME The true me and he said "The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness" and i ask "which one are you" He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love" As my eyes darken I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder Which one am I