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I don't know.
Throughout my existence, I have been in pain; broken by strangers, left and betrayed by friends, and hurt by my family. I found myself alone in the crowd, vulnerable and afraid of the reality. When I observed a group of people who stood and fend for each other, I felt something; I had this desire to belong. I became desperate. And I tried to approach them and insert myself in yet I failed.
I asked my grandfather why I always end up broken and unaccepted. He told me that no one would ever change for me that it is I, who needs to change for them. So, I did; I did changed myself. I became someone, a stranger who inhabits my flesh.
I succeeded.
I belonged in various groups, met hundreds of people with different personalities and changed my ways and adapting theirs--like a chameleon that incessantly changes colors to hide and protect itself from predators-- until this question was thrown to me.
What makes you you?
I don't know.
I have been busy changing myself for others that I no longer have no idea who I truly am. I am like a vessel of different personalities--harsh, kind-hearted, insensitive, sensitive, aloof, friendly, loud, silent, prideful, humble. They are opposing traits that I am torn in. Sadly, I don't know how to balance them.
I just wanted to be accepted.
I don't know who I really am but I am hoping that one day, I would discover the real me.
