This Poem Has No Title

This poem-y piece of writing is approaching 2 years old. It's been sat in my folder without a proper title ever since i wrote it. I struggle to make sense of what i was really trying to convey through it but i think the main theme is a feeling of uncertainity about your identity. Not really knowing who you are - thinking that you're someone else, and not the person you always thought you were. Not the nicest thing i've ever written!

Feeling alone within and not really there
Feeling lost and in a dream,
Feeling like you're no-one, but you're everyone
On top of the world, being someone.
Someone with meaning,
Someone with purpose -
A wish needed to fulfil
But you can't, and you won't,
Because they won't show you how.
You were never meant to walk three peaks
You were never meant to breathe the sea
You were never meant to be that person -
Who walked this life full of cares,
Who held the hand of the ones that cry -
You were the one, inside, who cried,
You were the one, within, who died,
And you will stand alone tonight,
You will fight a war in your mind,
Against the ones you doubt,
Against you, yourself, your own,
You hate, you deceive, you won't be who you need -
Too many times and you tell yourself,
Too many lies and you hurt yourself,
Be free, you say, and let it go -
Just feel it go, hold it and watch it go
Be alone - be all alone,
Be free of the life you never had and was never real
Let yourself feel.
Let yourself be real.
And hold it down,
Cut it down,
Break it down.