being "myself"

 

I can be what you want me to be
ask me to sink to the ground
and dust I'll become
ask me to touch the sky
and I'll be the cloud hovering over you
but what do I do when you ask me to be "myself"
what is this strange word "myself"?
there is no me
I am but the creation of pieces of everyone I have ever loved
I am a canvas with no clear picture
only blotches in the colors of all those I have danced with
and lines shaped like everyone I have ever touched

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