How do I know who I am?
Is it written down, told to me,
or is the decision my own?
Seeing my true form is as looking in a shattered mirror:
a hundred options reflecting my being.
I am merely an imitation of the people I am with;
I steal from everyone
trying to make myself someone.
But when I am alone,
my mirror shows no one.
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