Who am I?
In the essence, who am I?
All i see is fragments of people.
I’m nothing put a collage of people i know.
I take something from everyone
I take a personality trait from one
A hobby from the second
A dream for the third
A fashion taste from the fourth
An attitude from the fifth
I crave attention
So i take a passion from the sixth
I keep taking and taking more
Until i lose sense of who i am
Until i fall apart, and sink down
Unable to know who i am.