Fiction or truth ?

I am writing your words.
I am writing your letters and sentences.
On a piece of paper.

And I don't know what I am doing here.
I don't know where I am.
It's like I am lost in my truth and fiction.

My soul doesn't know anymore.
I don't know the difference between the truth.
And my own fiction.

And I don't know why I am still bound by my past.
I don't know what it is that I have to do.
To change who I am.

And I don't know why every whisper tells me,
That I don't belong here.

Then where do I belong?