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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