Because I have nowhere else to stick this...

[tarageneric]

I find myself wondering how much of me is unique
What things you've given me are just for me
Or are recycled from her or her or her
I am sick of wondering if I am better than
Or worse than
Or adequate
Sick of coming to you for my self esteem
And taking it in the increments you give me
Like a junkie
And maybe you keep me around because you know it
And maybe I stay around because I can't help it
But I am going to break out of this self destructive pattern
And shatter everything that I was
To rebuild myself in mosaic
Little bits will be recognizable to you
But the whole will be so different that you'll be unsure
As I am unsure
And merely spackled together.