Exactly. That's true. Experienced that same thing

I loved this poem. I found it highly relatable and accurate to my own experiences in my struggle with being me. It showcases the slippery slope and the unintentional and slow fall that is loosing yourself to those around you.

You beautifully narrated the predicament of having to be someone else to fit into the narrative of people you want to be with. Yes, it curtails self-identity and it can hurt. Nice poem.

I really like this poem as I relate to it far too much. The last two lines show me most what it's about in how the lostness affects you, as your left confused where you even are. As 'you' is the only thing you're supposed to be sure about, but even your entire self seems to be a concept simply copied.


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The people you meet in this world shape you  
But at times with them, you become a clone  
Really forcing to live the life of two  
Your existence doesn’t feel like your own

You don’t know yourself. You change easily  
Your own personality drifts away  
You live your world vicariously  
Picking up their habits, like saying, “eh”

Spending this time makes your vision distort  
Trying to morph into something you’re not  
Then you just meet another and restart  
Doing this cycle again, lost the plot

You are lost and it comes to your expense  
Losing your identity with no sense  


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My Identity