Being The True 'Me'! Poem by Frantic Fun

I had never felt so,
As if I wanted no friend or foe,
I had never felt so,
As if I had no joy or woe.
A feeling so numb,
To which I strangely succumb…
What do we call this?
Hopelessness or Saturation!
Delusion or satisfaction!
I need, nothing anymore,
Still, I cannot ignore.
I want something or I don’t,
It’s not a matter of capability but want.
I feel I can, but it stops me;
The thought of what I want to be.
I dream of being the true ‘me’
But how I become ‘that’, I don’t see!
I need nothing but to live my dream
And to be as joyous without a seam!