Confusion

I am a nomad. Have been one for many years.I've travelled places but i have no place to call my own.Who am I? I search for my roots, I search for an identity which has been lost in trying to please the world. Today the truth and the lies have mixed to a degree when nothing seems real.Im a mirror of people's expectations, how they want me to be.But the real me? I tell him to stay hidden, he cant survive in this world filled with lies,snobbery and deception. I belong to all cultures and belong to none. Bonds,Relationships, attachments seem so temporary to me-a phase which comes and goes. Am i heard hearted?on the contrary im emotional-excessively so. I dont claim ownership to places and people, maybe i havent stayed long enough to do so.
Sometimes I feel a sense of emptiness inside me, Cynicism, callousness and mock fills me-is this the world I wana live in? Is loosing your innocence the name they give to experience and maturity? Well i'm loosing it everyday,welcome to the real world they say.Is self sufficiency the death of me? I revel in mediocrity as i retract in my shell and let the extroverts rule the world. Ambition, drive, sense of accomplishment-at what cost? But i always think what i could have been and what have I become. My days are spent in a stupor, in a maze of nothingness and emptiness, it was a choice I made, to be a nothing-to be a looser. I want to work, till i drop down from exhaustion, i want to endure till I cant endure anyore. I want to stay free, I want to BURN, till then I'm a nomad-drifting along