Identity Crisis
Who I am...
Who I am...
Who am I?
Don't know, don't care.
Nothing special, not where I should be.
Parents say, 'You should be...
Art
Politics
Science
Religion
History.'
History? What is my history?
Not from here, not really. Not like mam either, from
'THE NORTH'
Dad: Adopted
Mam: Liberal
Grandpa: German Jew
Grandad:
COMMUNIST
Who am I then?
Decisions, decisions...
'These choices will affect your future.'
I don't care for my future, I live for NOW.
They are saying, 'What will you be when you grow up???'
To them I'm already an adult.
Just because I have my own ideas.
MY opinions.
MY music
MY thoughts
MY life
NOT ANYONE ELSE'S!
I am an anarchist
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Identity Crisis, which
was posted on Mar 13, 2010 by
Scarlet-Ladder.
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"Well, you've got 2 choices. You can either write about who you are (your sense o..."
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