you know what?

a short poem about losing yourselves in the process of pleasing others

One of them likes blue and one of them likes black,
there was a time when you used the term " i like " .
now in a state of vertigo , you forget what was once called something once known as " identity ".
maybe its not about "you" anymore, for that is a term fading from your memory now .
ofcorse you feel like you are in the slip stage
molding yourself into acceptance from habit ,
but shall it be only for the acceptance of your background?
or the rejection of your interests until you are whole no more.
and you know what?
those are merely the threads which , once pulled , will lead to one's destruction.