I have been so many people according to which ever job I have been tasked with completing. A lawyer, a chef, a dancer, a banker, a waiter, a teacher, and I could even just have been tasked with being a random stranger on the street. My power of shape shifting only helped me in this sort of job. But I've always been tasked with being someone else I am not. When I look in the mirror, I no longer see myself. Instead I see a stranger who doesn't even know who their favorite color is. Someone who has so many personalities she can perfect but has not one for herself. She is no one, she can only be someone else. I don't know what I like or dislike. Only if I'm told to like or not like. I have no opinion on any topic that is my own. I don't believe in any religion. I don't even have my own thoughts. So I have nothing to ground me, nothing to really know that I am my own person. My past doesn't even help. Since I've gone what most people have gone through. This makes me question my existence even. Am I even a real person?