Lost

Where is me
A question I face each day
I am all you want me to be
A little less sometimes
A lot more other
Between these moments
Does any moment occur
Whence You ask
Who I really am
I miss me, being all else
My self, of wants and desires
The very I subjugated to be with you
You have had all you wanted, almost
Whilst I remain nothing but a shadow
A reminiscent me
A faded shadow
Long dead, buried in the ashes
The very ashes of everyone's needs