No longer just a face
Who am I?
Often we find it hard to define ourselves,
plagued by the influence of society.
Am I really me?
Or am I just a part of the conspiracy?
A face blended into the crowd,
part of a nation, strong and proud.
The Man tells you that you're unique,
but forces you to be just one in a group, cold and bleak.
No that's not me!
I'm more, I'm free!
I am distinguished and colorful,
I am me and I am wonderful!
I am generous and kind,
a loving face no longer confined!
Once I realized my identity was unique and amazing,
nothing could extinguish my fire,
it was bright and it was blazing.
I make myself who I am,
now that is truly amazing.
No government or teacher can tell me who to be,
I'm loving and corky, I am me.
No longer am I just a face in a crowd,
I am me, and me is loud.
To find my identity,
I looked into myself.
Afterall, where else would the true you be?
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Thank you so much! I'm glad I could put how you're feeling into words.