Adapted Personality

We are all echoes of one another
Fading out in each reverberation
I am made up of my friends, my mother
And each of them is a congregation
My personality is a collage
And fictional people contributed
Characters make up most of this montage
Yet my soul is still redistributed
I pity those who've adopted my traits
For most aren't especially appealing
Everyone who gains them has dismal fates
It'd be better to remain unfeeling
If we are all so alike and combined
Why point out differences and act unkind?