Ditto
My favorite pokemon is dittoHe is purple, goey, and littleHe is a master of change and deceptionBut no one ever thought from his perceptionAlways changing and rearranging Into different things, and beings He was never asked to be himselfAs time went on he lost himselfThe only thing he knows is camoflauge Shifting, changing, and RearrangingTo fit into the puzzle of societyI feel that this would describe meA drifter without a true sense of placeAlways uncomfortable, feeling like a disgraceNever good enough Always shifting, changing, rearrangingAt the end of the day there is nothing beneath the maskSo whenever that questions someone will askWho are you?What do you enjoy?I look back blankly, just as ditto does.Because I have no AnswerNo solutionJust a blank slate for them to mold
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