This house is not a home,
Has 4 walls yet is still ruins
5 people, but millions of personalities
5 people but 1 voiced opinion
I’m just 1 girl but I can be anyone you want me to be
I shapeshift to fit the roles in this house
I’ll be putty to fill the cracks in the walls
I’ll be steel to reinforce these flimsy doors
I’ll be blinds to offer privacy to these open windows
I’m a chameleon, I’ll be whatever you need,
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman
But the mind of a woman,
A lost woman, who can be whoever you need her to be
Except
She can’t be who she wants to be
Because she doesn’t know whos she wants to be
Who she is
But she’ll keep shifting
And molding
And trying
In these 4 broken walls
With 5 broken people