Identity Crisis

Someone else had taken over me
I dont know who i am
What i am doing why am i here
Once in a while
I dwell on the nostalgia
Where did that person go
It seems like a lifetime away
I was so happy
So contented with my life
But now its like a rat race
I want all their attention
I want to meet to standards
But the bar keeps getting higher
Contentment is now a thing of the past
I am no longer in control
I have become a puppet
A thin stem that moves with the wind
There seems to be no way out
I must belong to that clique
I changed my whole life
I need to search myself
Why was i born
What are my standards
I need to stand for my self
I need to retrieve my self
From the puppeteer's hands