w h o am i?

am i the songs that i like? or the photos that i click but never post? maybe im made of the quotes i read and reread again? or am i the things i daydream abt? or maybe the work that i do? or that i want 2 do? am i the way i talk? or maybe the way i walk? i could be my heartbreaks or maybe the stories i hide? am i made up of the people that i talk 2? or the people i used 2 talk 2? i feel like thousands of tiny pieces spread apart trying 2 be whole