Identity Crisis

Well, you've got 2 choices. You can either write about who you are (your sense of place, what makes you, you etc) or your biggest fear. Or both, of course. Give it a go:)

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

The End

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