Having thoughts not my own 

Having doubts not my own 

Having opinions not my own 

Having experiences not my own 

Every day not my own 

Every second not my own 

It started as a moment,  

a moment of weakness 

Moments turned days, 

and days turned weeks,  

and weeks turned months, 

and months turned years 

Now noting is my own, 

only a copy of someone else 

A whole life lived, 

but was it my own?