Mimicking.
Like a mirror.
Extracting the characteristics of those who surround me to create my very being.
Maybe I'm too empathetic and crave to be sympathetic far too much.
But there is a basis to my being, I've met them.
They're a confusing one.
Bot one they are me, layered with things from those around me.
I'm sorry if I always seem to be mimicking.
I swear I don't try to.
It's just the way I am.
Be aware that there is an original foundation buried beneath what I've acquired so far.
It is my belief that that's part of the process of life.
What surrounds you us bound to affect your growth and development, I'm not the only one who falls to this; so don't separate me from the rest of us, including you.
Although my foundation is off-leveled.
Completely crooked if you can believe it.
I've just been attempting to find the right support beams and frame works to balance it.
Sorry if that doesn't make sense.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
