What makes you you

What is essence can it be defined
Is it morals and personality
Is it your soul or could it be your mind
I know personally the minds frailty

Morals and personality can change
So do I have a soul
I never feel right always strange
My mind changes killing the old soul

My frontal lobe goes a flare
Then it stops and restats anew
My mind is changed it is not fair
It rips the old me apart the pieces are few

The new me is made from the old
But with pieces missing and warped
Could I still be me I am, I am told
I lose more of the old and become more warped

I realize I cant be me
my soul dies and decays
And its remains form the future me
I cant but want to stay

I may not be here for long
But those I love are
So is caring more about them then me wrong
Love is keeping me from fading into the air