another poem.....this one's "lost"

well, I'm pretty sure you can make out what methinks by reading the poem itself. All I can say is if you ever use it again, do tell em I wrote it. I could do with company! :P

here goes...

I am me, or am I?
Lost and gone, left to die
If I am not me, then who am I?
My identity, I just can't seem to find...

Faces behind faces, a dagger behind a smile...
Bullets in flower vases, or have I gone senile?

To hide from the evil, I locked myself away
So be it daggers or maces, somehow alive I'd stay
Now I wanna face it all om, but can't seem to find the key
It turns out I somehow lost myself to me...

And so I see..
Faces behind faces, a dagger behind a smile...
Bullets in flower vases, or have I gone senile?

Can't trust no one, not myself too
Coz I have left my side
It might not make much sense to you
But I have lost my pride

I just can't see any part of me
In the mirror not I am
Locked away where I can't reach
Sinking to the depths now, doesn't matter how long I swam

And I keep seeing...
Faces behind faces, a dagger behind a smile...
Bullets in flower vases, or have I gone senile?

I am not me, then who am I?
Even tears don't fall when I cry
I wonder what will happen, when I give up and die...