It’s a kick in the guts when you realise that you’ve never had an original thought in your entire life.

Not once.

Nada.

I am like tiny shards of glass that have been glued back together. Glued so tight that you might not notice at first. But when you look hard enough you see.

She’s just like her

Mother

Father

Brother

Sister

Best friend

I am complete.

And completely empty.

A faded carbon copy of all those who surround me