My own.

I'm not your story to tell
I'm not your product to sell
I'm really my own
More than your stepping stone
I am an independent cell

I'm not your word to define
Not your piece of thread to retwine
My triumphs aren't yours
Nor are faults, cuts, or chores
If I make a mistake, then it's mine.

So here I am begging you, please
Cure me of your smothered diseases
I'm not who you've made me
My soul's absentee
And I'm losing my own subtleties