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.