The World In You

At no point in time can you ever be yourself.
The world will tell you otherwise
they'll urge you to be the best you.
But it's practically impossible
We are made up of every encounter we've made,
we are made up of every person we've ever met,
every word, every act, every little touch
you'd think it's all temporary,
here for one moment and then gone,
you fail to realize you've grown into a perfect blend
You've been in the making since the time you were born.
Every new day, you grew a little more
every new person taught you something,
every stranger, friend and foe.
What you are today is a sum total of the lives that have crossed your path.
You are nothing but a mix of souls and hearts
For every piece you took, you also gave a part
You've been breaking, and making,
a work in progress from the very start.
And you will continue to be this way,
you will give pieces of you away,
and your emptiness will be filled.
We are all but a part of eachother
each hiding behind our own skin.
What we take from eachother, will forever live inside.
We learn to be, we learn to abide.
Think of it. You aren't really you. You are more.
You are the world.