Who am I, you ask?
I am myself
Yet
I am also people around me
I seem to conform to those closer to me
And those farther away leave more
of a thumbprint
on the life I've made
I am
who I believe myself to be
who I think myself to be
who I create myself to be
And
to those who try to break me
I am not your puppet
You will never be in control
You are merely a chisel
chipping
a small piece
of who I wasn't meant to be