I keep getting swept up
in someone else's fantasy
Marriage, talents, interests
that don't quite interest me
Like a moth, beautiful on its own
but cannot redesign its mimicry
These new personas bombard
and confuse, they simply need to leave
I'm a puzzle missing pieces
a map without a key
A mimicry octopus
fleeing from the scene
I need distance from it all
so I can go back to being me