Patches.

I didn't wake up like this,

It took some work,

From tired cashier,

to sad weary clerk,

I come from many places,

High far and low,

I've seen many faces,

and continue to grow,

From quiet, fragile, lazy and unspoken,

To too loud, strong, active and unbroken,

And that's how I feel, and this may not be accurate,

But I'm not sure I care, that's why I'm immaculate.