All my life, I have listened to people describe me
and all of them have assumed they know me
I want to laugh and I think bitterly
If I only knew me
Then I could listen and maybe agree
I feed of other people, I absorb parts of others, and become someone new
I have my own personality
but off their emotions I feed
I pick up vibes of anger, happiness,crankiness, and sadness
then I foes on past parts of my life
and fall into the same mind state
I'm a blank sheet
filled with complicated but simple
splotches of color
that have been smeared together
into an anger blob of eternal
hate
I'm a product of my environment
unable to feel unless I'm told what
to do
ask my shrink
maybe it was the abuse, maybe the
neglect
maybe it was the lack of attention
God knows
maybe I'm just
a freak
