This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
Your identity is stolen. Your familes, friends and even your lover doesn't know you and instead accepts the fake 'you' as you. In a world where your existence is nothing and you're no longer you, that is my fear