Why can't I see a 'me'?

The chaotic nature of identity I cannot understand.

Feel like being set free inside a cage called 'I',

But I still dont know where I am.

I twist these words my own way,

So maybe I own them.

But how can I own anything?

When I havent yet owned my 'I'.

The devil inside me had been caged long enough,

And it came out roaring.

But I don't have anything,

Much less a devil inside me.

Inside it's filled with organs that make me live,

But how can I live when there is nothing inside?

Like the ship of Theseus,

I am being replaced by other's ideas for me.

Until, now nothing remains except theirs,

Do 'I' now cease to exist - no longer a rooted tree?

Truly a chameleon too much,

So now theres nothing that is me I can truly touch.

The river is beautiful because you are looking at it,

Therefore I am not beautiful as I cant look at 'I'.

A container that never stops giving to other's,

But there the container called 'I' is hollow.

Even with an aim you strive for,

I can't achieve it when there's empty between both shores.

Truly a building without bricks,

A nest without sticks.

An 'I' without a me,

A personality without am identity.

I just can't look inside my 'I' and see,

Will there ever truly be a me? 

-A truly anonymous, anonymous(me)