i am every song you’ve ever liked
with ****** features warping into a screen with your favourite memories on it.
i play continuous layers of sound,
overlapping my words into a familiar chorus of your own likes.
i am only what is seen and heard,
hidden unless noticed.
my characteristics are chameleonic.

not an ounce of me is mine, but they call this body mine.
a psychiatrist once said to me,
“you steal their traits so you feel more easy to accept.”
it’s just because i’m just too easy to reject.
so i will reflect what is shone on me,
i will paint myself to be your preferred artwork
and step only to your rhythm.
isn’t that the way you want it?