Like a picture on the wall painted by a lot artists

 Each one with a different idea of how the person in the picture should look

 When one puts a feature, the other paints over it if he doesn’t like it

 The artists agree and disagree but that does not stop them from putting their ideas down

 When I look in to the mirror I no longer see myself

 The reflection in the mirror has become a shadow like a painting without an artist

 The voices of others are so loud that I never hear my own.

 The full stop is the end of the story and the beginning of another

 The original artist is taking over

 The shadow is getting brighter, I can see my reflection

 All the loud voices are dying slowly

 My voice is all I can hear now