Who Am I?

I was born into a person I was meant to be

The molestation changed me into who I had to be

The beatings formed me into someone else

Moving with my mom changed me

Her neglect made me

Me hating myself destroyed me

Now I'm colorless, but I create

colors for whom I'm trying to be

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