Reality?

Once upon a time, I was a good person.
Then I felt the need to experience what it was like to be a bad person.
So people came into my life to help me learn what it was to be a bad person, and I was. I experienced that.
Then I decided it was time to end that.
And someone came into my life who wanted to change me into what she thought was a good person. And I let her.
But she had only her own interests at heart and warped me to suit those interests.
What she created was not truly good, and not what she truly wanted, deep down. So she was not happy.
She could not sustain what she had created, as it did not suit her needs, no matter how hard I tried. So she looked elsewhere, neglecting and abusing her creation.
So she looked elsewhere, and eventually abandoned what she had created.
I have experienced so much, allowed others to guide me, mould me, into what they wanted, in the pursuit of experience, knowledge, understanding...
That I no longer know who, what I am.
I am a combination of experiences so diverse that a single personality cannot express them all.

I am the good person
I am the bad person
I am the many people that have been created to suit others
I am, as I have always been... A figment of your imagination.
But I do not know, who is the real person.