Broken Identity

Every time I find who I am
I am knocked off my feet
By people's questions
"Who are you?"
"Why are you acting this way?"
And comments
"You've changed."
"I don't like your attitude."
Then I am left alone
With the pieces of my identity
For me to pick up
I can't put them back together
So I must form a new one
Just so it can be destroyed
In a vicious cycle
That never ends
And never will
Until I'm dead
And my identity
Becomes what others
Want it to be