I am not my own person
I have built myself up
With pieces of other people
I make myself socially acceptable
I pick up small things that people drop
Things that people don't want
I pick up people's bad habits
I pick up peoples nervous ticks
I am not my own person
So I don't know how to act like myself
I don't know how to act normal
I am made up of the rejected parts of other people
The pieces that were too weird
Too obnoxious
Too annoying
Too boring for anyone else.
I am not my own person
Because my pieces don't all fit together
Because my puzzle pieces don't make a pretty picture
Because my pieces don't look right together
I am not my own person
And that's okay
Because who I am
Has parts of everyone I love
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote. They may not be too good, but I tried so...
