Jogging the Mind

I wrote this and have not edited it. I have not posted much even though I have hundreds of poems unpublished here. I suppose you could say that I've been busy but I guess it's more unwell. I liked this poem even though it's all out of whack. Anyway, let me know what you think if you decide to read it.

I Am the People Simulator
Emulating humanity and fooling myself to sanity,
Thinking I was a sympathetic soul when I'm
Phrenetic, just soiled, roiled up, empathetic—
Like some sympathy sickness, all fidgety 
Waiting for the other shoe to wear 
But when I'm clad, in your clothes, I’m glad—
Even if you are sad there is sense in your
Sense such that I will drink in like a potion,
A concoction of antitoxin, my blood breathes
In your veins as I take the reigns—you
Sustain me and I can't help but drain the
Meaning, the dreaming, from your mind, kind
Of theming my thoughts into little snapshots:
Purpose, joy, love, hatred, until I have an inflated
Sense of you, a cognitive dissonance of
Undeniable resonance, a personal irrelevance
That is justified evidence that I am not who I should be—
But when I am you, and I've stolen your view,
Your valor, and your value, this I shall use
As the basis of my baseless homeostasis—
A sad sack of flesh fleshing you out,
Empathetic, sympathy sick, sucking out
The blood until I flood my veins with you,
Until I am drunk and you are dead or have shrunk
Back from yourself and lack the legitimacy of
Emotional intimacy because it belongs to both of 
Us, the whole of us, the goal of us—you and me—
Will be completely one because I will have already won,
No longer sick and mixed up but fixed up—fixed on you.