I'm not me

I'm not me, not the whole

I'm a collection of souls

Of people and places

And the stories they told

 

I'm not just the choices

That I made in the dark

But the consequences of those

who shared their spark

 

I am not self-made

But made by others

By their love and hatred

In disproportionate numbers

 

And I may be a bit of you too

When you're reading these lines

I'm the smallest figment of emotion

That you may feel sometimes