The day I Found Me

As a child I lived in a fog
Unaware of who I am not knowing where to go.
I faced the darkness unwillingly
Hoping for the light.
I found life had many ups and downs
Many clowns.
Knowing you are alive wasn't felt for sure
Every second was unusual
Every glance odd.
Never feeling complete in a moment of time
When the ones who say they care about you let you down who do you really have faith in?
Another clown another let down.
Am I imagining it all or did I really find me?
Are we all separate distinct entities or is it just an illusion?
Did I really find me?
Or is life a delusion?
I was taught I was a certain way
Found out I am nothing like that
Is it merely perception or are we all the same?