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I look into the magic portal.
I see someone.
No...I see me...
Or rather, the inside of me.
Who I really am,
who I've been hiding from everyone.
I turn around
and see myself in the mirror.
The image that I have painted
to fit in society.
I try and rebel,
but I keep coming back.
The invisible force
is drawing me in.
I leap the fence
but quickly become lost
in a pool of confusion.
I scream
"Who am I?"
No one answers.
I'm all alone.
No one can hear me.
I must find the right path
on my own.
I see someone.
No...I see me...
Or rather, the inside of me.
Who I really am,
who I've been hiding from everyone.
I turn around
and see myself in the mirror.
The image that I have painted
to fit in society.
I try and rebel,
but I keep coming back.
The invisible force
is drawing me in.
I leap the fence
but quickly become lost
in a pool of confusion.
I scream
"Who am I?"
No one answers.
I'm all alone.
No one can hear me.
I must find the right path
on my own.
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Part 1 of "My Identity". A compilation of feelings from people I know and myself....there will be several parts but for now I've only made 3. I'm not sure how many more there will be. There is a 1 year time lapse between the 2nd and 3rd parts and a 1-2 year time lapse between the 1st and 2nd parts. I hope you like them.
My Identity: Part II [link]
My Identity: Part III [link]
PLEASE NOTE: this is a poem that I submitted to my old account ~natural-pixie
My Identity: Part II [link]
My Identity: Part III [link]
PLEASE NOTE: this is a poem that I submitted to my old account ~natural-pixie
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I know this feeling all too well at times. Especially
-I turn around
and see myself in the mirror.
The image that I have painted
to fit in society.
I try and rebel,
but I keep coming back.
The invisible force
is drawing me in.-
-I turn around
and see myself in the mirror.
The image that I have painted
to fit in society.
I try and rebel,
but I keep coming back.
The invisible force
is drawing me in.-