The Blank Canvas

Photo by Hanna Postova on Unsplash

I am the person with no personalities,
Eyes absent of life,
A blank canvas,
Awaiting my identity.

I am the actor,
Playing a role,
But with no script,
No direction,
No control.

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I am the chameleon,
Blending in with my surroundings,
But never truly belonging.

I am the ghost,
Haunting the halls of time,
But never truly seen.

I am the person with no personalities,
But I am still here,
Breathing,
Thinking,
Feeling.

I am waiting for the day,
When I will find myself,
When my eyes will light up,
And my personality will unfold.

Until then,
I will continue to exist,
A blank canvas,
Awaiting my identity.