Who Am I?

Who are you?
 I repeat for the umpteenth time.
 I try to find a resemblance between who I used to know and this guy I now see. 
Where is the happy-going guy? Where is the optimist who always had a plan? 
What have you done to him?
 Are you a Martian? 
Where exactly is he?
 I will ask you again. 
What have you done to him? 
He used to be so happy. He used to have plans for the future, 
He used to be so optimistic. 
He used to be a better person; son, friend, and brother. 
He used to be sure of who he was, where he was from, and his destination. 
He used to dream about a happy life with Ada, but now he has nightmares about Steve.
 He used to be committed to everything and everyone. 
I used to know him so well, but now I don't know him anymore. 
Great were the moments he used to spend in his space,
But now his mental space is toxic even to him 
He used to be so alive, but now he is no more than a dead man walking 
Walking into his doom 
Many times he cried out for help but no one heard him 
Maybe 'cause even when he asks for help, he tries to act perfectly, 
Just like now, trying to make sure his grammar and tenses are flawless. 
Brodd, I ask you again
Where have you kept the funny, Alex? 
The easy-going Chibuike 
The always-happy Lexrit 
Oh, I miss those good old days 
I don't know myself anymore. 
Who am I? 
Who are you? 
How did I get here? 
How? When? Where? 
Who am I? 
I look in the mirror and I see me not, 
All I see is you, me, him,
Who are you? 
Who am I? 
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