Is this Me?

Switched at times to someone else running round thorugh the dust I'm blind to all there's not to see In time I know I will live again and rid myself of helplessness alone in misery I bring it on happily for me its the same happines and misery separately only brings partial needs spun inside uncertainty waves of emptiness hit me expectedly but suprisingly I welcome them with easiness I create a web of mindlessdistractions which eventually only brings a life of solace interaction but at least by then I am numb to the reaction illusions are the enemy they tell me but the enemy is friends with me its the freedom from reality that brings peace and also lets me be but inwhich reality am I really me