Puzzle pieces.
I am but a puzzle.
Each piece from another person,
my personality is not my own.
I'm a muddy mix of everyone around me,
blended like extra paint into one single color.
It's never a pretty one either.
I know not who I am,
nor who i'm meant to be.
Maybe one day my puzzle will be complete.
I add piece after piece,
each from a new person in my life.
they stay with me forever.
I am but a chameleon,
changing to fit my surroundings.
maybe i won't stand out as much.
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