Don'T You Know Who I Think I Am? ... 'Cause I Don'T Poem by Leah Michele

There's nothing original about me
Except the way I managed to merge everyone and everything I see together
Molding it all like Play-Doh
To create me

But am I the only one;
The one and only me?
Or have others merged the same things
And created another me that they call them?

How does one create themselves
When there's so much influence all around
*To create and corrupt*
Not allowing anything to be one of a kind