banana guard #16/i just wanna be an artist

I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore Who the hell am I? I've lost all sense of self In this pit of hell we call life I'm living in third person Outside of my body I cant separate Real emotions from performance I've conformed to apathy in my everyday I no longer feel a thing It all just passes through me I don't remember a thing My first action is repression Where my heart used to lay Is just a wasteland of none My brain cant go a day Without wanting to power down for good