I never knew what were my own thoughts...or one of theirs

Who am I referring to you ask? The minds of others unlike me in many ways

They scare me even if some of them were really nice to me

Why they scare me?

They control me by pushing me aside and live my life

When I get back control, I live out the consequences of their actions

Whatever wrong they've done I had to pay for it.

Yet when they have done right I get the credit.

And they tell me stories, many of theirs were sad yet some sounded nice.

I do wonder what I am and who I am for I have always been…different than the other people.

To some of them, I'm another person while to some others, a rat is valuable than me

Am I some sort of experiment by them or am I from somewhere else?

Whatever the truth, I always did felt that I was alive in another place of another time

And I felt that my purpose in life was to just be nothing but a carrier for these other voices in my head

And one question has been burning in my head

Am I really a person or am I just a tool for some higher power?

I guess that is one question of mine that will never be answered