Fragments...Make me
I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond made and tie shattered.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual quip
each fleeting compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and phony smiles
and hollow promises.
I am a sky of hope;
bursting with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have come across
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
stain my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
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