Lacking....

This which is said in broken tongue.
That keeps from me my own reasoning.
How, When is this to be common place among all who have suffered.
I plead for you to understand one drip that crosses my lips.
Said in shadow for any who would lend.
I am but gone in my understanding of this.
So when, tell me this is my end.
I am lost in my thoughts, words, and actions.
who have I become?
Am I yours?
A creation of your own wielding hand.
Designed for your subtle deeds to embark on which I do not know?
I have transformed.
I am who I want to be.