Who am I?

Who am I? I am made of many masks. Each stacked up upon the other. They have a mind of their own And I sit back and watch my life take place before me. Who am I? Am I a psychopath? They say that psychopaths create themselves according to the world around them. They are unable to feel, but feel only what they create according to their world. I live a life Based off not emotion, But what the world around me dictates what I should feel. I am a slave to reality. Every joy I have felt has been felt because I should have felt it, Not because I wanted to. These masks that consume me are created off the basis of society. I sat in pre school and looked at the crying children around me. I let tears stream down my cheeks and as I was asked why I was crying I felt nothing. I am a puppet to society Finally realizing that every movement is not my own. How to I break these frail strings that bind me When I don't even know what my face truly looks like.