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This is the life I’ve built for myself
I am dependent upon you for every ounce of myself
I am undefined, as much as a book with blank pages and no title
Sit down flippantly and define me, please!
You care not for my feelings,
Because I haven’t written them down inside for you to read them, to respect them and me

I’m indefinite, inconsequential
I am but a child inside with no hope and no love,
Anywhere within me, I am an empty shell of you and you, and you: all of you.

This is the me inside, conditioned to be conditioned again and again,
Switching shells for your convenience
I am worthless to myself and you couldn’t care less
My feelings, I have none, I’m empty
If I did have feelings they wouldn’t be worth anything because I’m worthless,
To you.

Am I worthless as I’ve said? Have I truly been defined by you?
Have I encouraged you to define who I am?
But… But I’m Me? I can’t be defined by you…

What happens if you leave? Am I non-existent?
Do I simply disappear as if a bad dream?
How have I allowed myself this incredulity upon my very soul?
Where have I gone to? The words have disappeared from the pages,
I know I left them in there somewhere,
I must search to define myself, can I not define myself?

Who am I? I am Me…
What am I? I’m human… I’m an artist, I’m a woman.
Do I like myself?

I can’t even say I like this shell I’ve become.
Wait, I know I’m in here somewhere,
Where am I?
Can I not think for myself enough to distinguish myself from them?
I am thinking now, I like thinking for myself
Why would I let you think for me then?

I’m a sheep.
No, I can’t be. I’m too smart for this life I’ve built upon you for myself…
I’m no sheep. I will change my life from this worthless existence, I have worth!

I have a mind!
I have feelings!
Can you hear me?
I am defined through myself! You can not define my very being.
I refuse you that privilege.
I look in the mirror and I see You!

I hate my reflection, not myself. I hate you.
Leave me alone, let me build myself, from this nothingness.
Where’s my friggin’ pen?

Description
This is the life I’ve built for myself
I am dependent upon you for every ounce of myself
I am undefined, as much as a book with blank pages and no title
Sit down flippantly and define me, please!
You care not for my feelings,
Because I haven’t written them down inside for you to read them, to respect them and me

I’m indefinite, inconsequential
I am but a child inside with no hope and no love,
Anywhere within me, I am an empty shell of you and you, and you: all of you.

This is the me inside, conditioned to be conditioned again and again,
Switching shells for your convenience
I am worthless to myself and you couldn’t care less
My feelings, I have none, I’m empty
If I did have feelings they wouldn’t be worth anything because I’m worthless,
To you.

Am I worthless as I’ve said? Have I truly been defined by you?
Have I encouraged you to define who I am?
But… But I’m Me? I can’t be defined by you…

What happens if you leave? Am I non-existent?
Do I simply disappear as if a bad dream?
How have I allowed myself this incredulity upon my very soul?
Where have I gone to? The words have disappeared from the pages,
I know I left them in there somewhere,
I must search to define myself, can I not define myself?

Who am I? I am Me…
What am I? I’m human… I’m an artist, I’m a woman.
Do I like myself?

I can’t even say I like this shell I’ve become.
Wait, I know I’m in here somewhere,
Where am I?
Can I not think for myself enough to distinguish myself from them?
I am thinking now, I like thinking for myself
Why would I let you think for me then?

I’m a sheep.
No, I can’t be. I’m too smart for this life I’ve built upon you for myself…
I’m no sheep. I will change my life from this worthless existence, I have worth!

I have a mind!
I have feelings!
Can you hear me?
I am defined through myself! You can not define my very being.
I refuse you that privilege.
I look in the mirror and I see You!

I hate my reflection, not myself. I hate you.
Leave me alone, let me build myself, from this nothingness.
Where’s my friggin’ pen?