Chameleon

what's the color of me
when i realize so much of my life
has been spent
conforming
following

what's the difference between
me and the next one
if we're all conforming to please
bending
molding
almost breaking
until we no longer exist purely

i always thought that me was different
but lately i've been wondering
what is me
my thoughts
my likes
my emotions
my passions

unlike oil and water
my likes and their likes
aren't separated
where do they end
and i begin?