We are all me.
   he makes up my emotion
she makes up my devotion.
     I am pieces of
           smashed glass
               haphazardly placed,
         half-***
               tried to make something
                                     beautiful.
      Each of us added to me.
    Each of us makes up a certain piece.
Does it pay to be cynical
                               critical
                              invisible?
Trying to care makes me
                    the same
                         as her.
                        and them.
                           and me.
        Trying to be me
        makes me, them.
      and unfortunately,
          we are all me.