Identity Crisis
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An introduction begins with your name.
Not your raving personality,
Your most inner thoughts,
Or your beaming laugh,
But your name.
I’m unsure of who I am,
I’m unsure of my identity.
I’m unsure of my sexuality,
I’m unsure of who I want to be.
I’m unsure if I even want to live,
I’m unsure of my religious beliefs.
Who am I?
Am I human
Am I wolf
Am I a dreamwalker
Am I a guardian with a messed up past
Or the sister forced to live in her shadow
Do I have brown eyes
Do I have blue eyes
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
Twinkle, twinkle little Star
How we wonder what you are...
All of Rainbow's colors, stolen, by the
Chameleon.
Camoflauged shades and undertones
Oh sweet, how sweet
To be me but not
Judgment belongs to someone else,
It belongs to plastic innocuous speech,
Flowing into a vacant House that is yours, theirs-mine
I am a perfect puzzle. A miserable mish-mash of jagged jigsaw edges that never seem to match up. An array of sudden splashed colors that do not make sense.Unless you painstakingly,
When I look at you
I am as complete
As can be
When you look at me
What do you see
In the mirror
I create?
Sister and Brother
Hand in hand
You are nothing
Without me
