Days go by, and I'm stuck in my thoughts..oblivious to the world and my surroundings. I am here in my head trying to go through my thoughts to better understand the person I am. Who is Shawn?? Is the question I'm trying to figure out. My identity is unknown, I have never had one of my own. Face's that are  scattered across the floor pick one up to try it on.. Looks good on me but its not mine, what does Shawn look like is the question I'm trying to figure out. My identity is unknown, I have never had one of my own.. Lies in my mental filling cabinet replaced by the truth, the stories that are fabricated I seem to like more. The truth hurts how come Shawn doesn't tell the truth? Is the question I'm trying to figure out. My identity is unknown, I never had one of my own.  A past that is all to unforgiving... Riddled with pain and suffering the past won't stay where it belongs, the scars seem like fresh wounds. I'm still bleeding it won't it heal. Where is Shawn's future and will it heal what happen in the past? Is the question I'm trying to figure out. My identity is unknown, I never had one of my own.