Fragments
I am composed of chunks, small and large.
If you were to piece them together,
A mirror image of myself would appear.
I am fragments of my family, my friends.
I take the best,
As well as the worst bits and pieces
And mold myself together.
I have my mother's temper,
My best friend's humor.
Every piece is important, essential.
Without one, the puzzle would remain incomplete.
This poem is about:
Me