Recipe for Me

There are shouters, and murmurers
 Loan sharks and burglars
 Who's good or bad?
 Who's to say?
 Some are lost, some are searchers
 Some are givers, some are earners
 But why did they all end up that way?
 Is it nature at play, or is it nurture?
 Is the teacher to blame, or is the learner?
 I'm all at sea
 I'm no authority on anything but me
 I couldn't tell you why I am who I've become
 But I can tell you the parts that
 Make me up, and you can calculate the sum
 I'll impart to you what I believe would be the recipe for me
 Water
 First things first, you'd need a great deal of water to make me
 Sixty liters is roughly what you'd need
 It accounts for Sixty-five percent of my being
 And cells
 My body's composed of trillions and trillions of cells
 Performing an assortment of missions
 And It's important to mention that they house my DNA
 Which makes me myself
 There's an ebb and a flow
 I grow, then I see changes
 There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements
 It's all much more uncertain than I thought it would be
 Who knew there'd be so many ways to be me?
 Stories
 Audience or presenter, add scores of stories over time
 A slew of silly videos I shared online
 And journals full of narratives I wrote at age nine
 And still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfill
 Tales I hoped to tell when I was younger
 Ideas that I haven't made yet, but I will
 I'll find my way with my will
 
 There's an ebb and a flow
 I grow, then I make changes
 There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements
 I'm so much more uncertain than I thought I would be
 Who knew there'd be so many ways to be me?
 Eggs
 You may laugh, and that's great
 Your smiles are what make my day
 My self-worth's fragile like an egg
 When it breaks it's tough to put together again
 And salt
 A pinch of salt in my wounds when my friends have had enough of me
 It doesn't help that I'm lacking subtlety
 When I drop hints that I crave their company
 Alone
 It's hard to console myself when I feel so alone
 I feel like I disappear, if I don't shout "I'm here"
 If I don't make my presence known
 And if people see me here
 And find my face unclear
 Can I help them to see me better?
 I know I can't foresee the weather
 So will they accept me now or ever?
 Who knows?
 I hope so
 But I'm good enough
 Whatever I face, I can rest assured that better days await
 The path to happiness isn't a race
 I'll let my heart beat at its own pace
 Sunshine
 Happy and bright, it nurtures the earth with it's light
 Its beaming smile helps buds to flower
 I'll take a dash of that for when friends feel sour
 And rainbows
 A light shines through and every hue is on display
 Save a pinch of that for a rainy day
 And use it when the storm clouds go away
 There's an ebb and a flow
 I grow, so I make changes
 There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements
 I'm so much more uncertain than I thought I would be
 But I can see there's no wrong way to be me
 Now I see there's no wrong way to be me
 And I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise
 All of the ingredients are changing all the time
 I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise
 All of the ingredients are changing all the time
 Changing all the time
 They're changing all the time
 Changing all the time
 I'm changing all the time