Make me docile, disenfranchised

Discipline me. Make me aware of your boundaries, your limits. Order me, hate me, despise me. Re-tell, re-form my biography - you know where I begin, where I end, where I continue, where I fail. I only exist through your eyes, through your words. How shall I otherwise know who I am? Please place me right, make me docile.

There is no truth, no sincerity, no reality in my words. They have no core, there's nothing behind, beyond, they lack (your) meaning. And you cannot counterargue falseness.