I am not my own

the eyes I have, are not my own. they are my mother's. the lips I have are not my own. they belong to the lovers they've kissed, as do those parts of my soul. the laugh I breath out is not my own. but a sound I've borrowed and molded from others. I am not my own. I am pieces of people I have loved and taken inspiration from. I am nothing but clear waters reflecting beauty that only others can see. I am not my own. But I truly wish I could be.