I change myself for everyone to like me
I’m left with no remains of the old me
But I realized that they don’t like me, It was a tell they told that I allowed myself to believe
Trying to happy the crowd. My voice lowered itself until I was lost
Being filled with exhaustion, I let people's words define me
They gave me all these different names that cloud my brain.

Called me broken record
A record you play but you hear all what’s wrong with it
so you throw it away
to the bin right where it belongs.

A puzzle piece
That one puzzle piece that you look around for but can’t seem to find
you give up on looking for it
Put it out of your mind
Forgotten and to be replaced
The old one was sitting right in your face
easy to find but no one cares enough to look a little deeper.

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