Sarcastic instinct

Look at this.

pathetic.
still waiting for something to classify me,
so I can know how to define these perfect flaws.
beg for a mandate.
the way you were raised.
Hypocrites in the name of creativity,
command me how to be innovative!
give me dictate to know how to not need these sought out instructions.
 
All those online tests
who are you?
maybe you will know after just one more
I wish there was just one to define
the way I think, feel, attempt.
so many stereotypes! Which one is mine?
oh. unsatisfied by answers? keep going,
one day you will be told a version of yourself that you accept. maybe it will be the one after this. keep doing what your doing
you'll find yourself,
eventually.
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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