Soul Pastiche

I'm really okay with being someone else

Since I don't yet know who I am.

I become what they want me to be.

Society.

Him.

Parents.

But they don't notice

How I try to be someone else

At least a little.

I don't want to be them

I don't want people to think I am them

It's simply pastiche of the soul.

Using other peoples' qualities

In myself

To be what they want.