My personality is malleable

Interchanging with friends

Returning with family

Swag with the popular ones

Humorous with the ones I prefer

Private with family

Overwhelmed in large groups

Don’t know how to compose myself

My mind is split into two

Always someone else

Except when I'm with myself

Shaving off the layers of paint; my personalities

Every day, every hour

Masks of personality

Interchanging like the tides

Breaking into pieces

Until alone I pick myself up

And put myself together for the next day

I can never be who I want to be

Except around myself

Because I don’t have to hide

Seeing the beauty in myself

Not Narcissus

But loving of myself