All This Space is Wasted

I don't know who I am,
I've died yet again
And my reflection scares me,
I feel cold and alone
Who is this man in the glass?
I can't remember if it's me
I wish I had the answers
And I wish there were no questions
There seems no reason to be
But would hate to think any other way
And all I have for my choices,
Is sterotypes, judgments, and assumptions
And sometimes I wonder,
Why do I live
And I wonder,
Why should any of us live
We were only ment to hate
But hate to hurt the heart