what if

It's your body but you're not live in it
It's your hands, but you can't hold what you want
It's your legs, but you walk on other people's dream
It's your head, but you only use their point of view
It's your eyes, but you failed to see yourself
It's your mouth, but it tastes nothing
It's your skin but failed to cover up your shame
What if you live in their bodies
What if you give up what you want
What if you walk on your dreams without a leg
What if you lost your mind, but you found your own perspective
What if you blind, but you see yourself right
What if you taste your own words
Will you still be who you are?