Who Am I?

I am who others want me to be with my real self trapped inside. I make a illusion around myself to protect my soul from others so I don't change from what I wish to be and so I may be accepted by others. This makes me feel less alone in the world. Still, the people I surrond myself with are nothing like me so I never know them. I feel that I'm split in thousands of parts, one for each person I ever meet. My soul becomes weak and the illusion then crashes around me because I have no true backbone for my soul. I make myself a new soul, but it has been changed into the soul of a person I never wanted to be. No matter what I do I always change. People say change is good. I say It can be anything.
In the end I always ask, Who am I?
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Recently submited some drawings that will hopefully get me scouted. I'm not really sure if they're art or sketches though. Anyway, I'll post some more artwork later.