I don't think I'm a person

I don’t think I’m a person

Not really

I don’t think I’m made of anything

I feel like an empty, echoing tin can

I watch people react to things I say, things I do

All of those things that feel unfamiliar to me

Are the ones that define me

I guess it’s better than having no definition at all

But still

I think I’d rather be acknowledged

For the empty shell I’ve realized myself to be

I feel envious of people’s ability to...