Being Impressionable
I hear your thoughts and they become me.
I see your looks and they define me.
I feel your actions and they mold me.
Am I me or am I your definition of me,
Your impressions of me,
Your reactions to me?
Why did I live so long trying to be what you wanted me to be?
Like a snake I shed the skin of your expectations, impressions, and desires.
I emerge shiny with clear eyes and a hunger.
Hopefully I don't feed myself upon your validation this time around.
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