Borrowerwd thoughts

We are born empty shells,

Shaped by voices around us.

Kind of just products

Of other people’s experiences.

The “me” version exists

But it’s not something I am born with,

It’s something I grow into,

Layered by lessons I didn’t choose.

While it’s true one can choose to break free

And shape their own path,

That choice itself is often

Planted by someone else’s story.

“Me” and “you” are the echoes of what we endure,

Created by the chaos around us.

Wandering in borrowed thoughts,

Searching for a voice

We might one day call our own.