Clay

I'm just clay
I mold myself depending on who's with me
Change into what they want me to be
Then I sit there as they react to me
As if I'm a film and they're the movie critic
And rarely do I recognize myself in the moment
I've memorized all the lines to every character I play
And I don't remember who I am anymore
I take other people's opinions and actions and make them my own

I'm just clay
I'm an expert at being anything and anyone but myself
I'll sweat and bleed to seek your approval
Because I look for validation to make my existence valid
I don't know who I am
I don't know anything really
I'm just clay

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Piere

Like the geisha. Beautiful and tormented.

Naval000

Thank you for your interpretation, very interesting.

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