Have you found me?

Looking around corners,
Searching on empty streets,
I scan the vacant landscape
For semblences of me.
`Have you seen me?' I ask a passing stranger,
`Never ever,' he mummbles, `you have been lost since I remember.'
The passing clouds above, I hear they carry tales,
Of distant lands and lost souls maybe they would tell.
'Stop!' I scream to the azure blue traveller, `Have you seen me in some distant land?'
`Not over all the seven seas,' he answers, `you have been lost since I remember.'
The mirror returns my empty stares, it is no place to hide.
Form and shape are etched in the cold glass but the soul has taken flight.
Who am I? I scream at the lashing waves, perhaps they may know,
They lash the shore harder, drowning my screams in their mirth.
Am I a loving wife scrapping and saving to build my nest?
An obidient daughter perhaps, ah the ideal one which every parent desires.
No, maye I am a doting sister, the epitome of selflessness.
Too many masks, I think, for one face to hide.
`We are you, you are none, enact the roles we subscribe,' they scream.
`Wear me', one mask commands, `the drapes are drawn. The audience has gathered to watch the doting mother.'