I'm not

I feel like a shell of a person,
Walking around
Pretending to be something.
Anything. 
I feel nothing, I want nothing.
Everything I am is fake.
An interpretation of what I think I should be
What I think people want to see when they look at me
I've been building myself out of imaginary bricks.
All my thoughts
All my emotions
They don't exist.
Why am I.
But then again I'm not.
So why is irrelevant.
I just feel lost, the kind of lost that you can't find because it's nowhere

Author's Note

2am thoughts, don't be too critical in terms of how good it is or isnt as a poem.