Too many masks
Not enough faces
Every occasion demands a different appearance
Every person a different approach

I am only pieces of other people
Reflections of who they wanted me to be
Shattered glass and fractured images
Carefully assembled to remsemble myself

For every piece from someone else
I lose a piece of me
I lose the memory of who I was
Until I am no longer whole

I have become so many versions of myself
I no longer know what is real
Underneath these broken layers
Is a depth nothing will ever fill

Without someone to impress
To belong with
To care for
I am nothing

I am nothing like myself
I am not myself
I am not anyone
I am nothing