Echo

I'm not a person I'm a copy a mirror a remnant a little piece left behind by those who once thought they knew me and my pains and passions and joys when really i only reflected parts of them and hid me away so far from myself i lost my hiding place i am lost and broken and tired and confused drowning in memories I'm not sure are mine split in two moments crashing into one and tearing at the seams as i stretch to fill the shoes I've been given that i can't seem to make fit