Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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I am an unlovable soul,

A lost, wandering nomad with no place to call home,

I bounce from person and jump to another.

I have no true form, true face, true self;

I simply shapeshift and modify myself even forcefully sometimes to fit in.

I am a friend to all but a friend to none,

I give the world to those who don't even consider me part of theirs,

Lead the way to those who don't even look my way,

Hesitate for those who won't even think twice or look back,

I see everyone as a friend but no one sees me as one.

Not constant, forever changing,

Always the artist, never the muse,

The background character in everyone's stories.