Answer:
A rubrics cube
Explanation:
Personally, I get the idea I am always figuring myself out.
I'm almost always changing, I have innumerable likes, and they are constantly being juggled.
I'm intensely annoying, but once I am understood, I know I am likeable.
I have weirdly many faces through which I see, touch and try to understand Life.
I become a toy, a companion, a puzzle - sometimes in succession or sometimes simultaneously - and I am in a perpetual flux with respect to my Identity.
I'm quite colourful, literally, and I have patterns and I enjoy them.
But most of all, I'm malleable. I am made and broken and made again by anyone who interacts with me. I became a perfect augmentation to people, and then begin to reduce back to nothing.
