Lose myself

I am so scared,
because I know
that among all
these questions,
I can lose myself.

When I look at my face,
I wonder if I am really
the person I am 
supposed to be.

Am I real, or
only a poor illusion,
wearing the custom
of human being?

I have to find my soul,
my purpose, my name
and meet all the things
I used to believe in.

And I know that
while I try not
to lose myself,
I can build my hell
or my paradise.