Identity Crisis (-_-)
I am the essayist of my life,
so it’s me who shapes the end.
Like when I ride my bike,
it’s me who decides when it turns!
I don’t realize why I should
try to alter as the people want to see
I truly don’t understand
why I should
fit into clothes
that don’t belong to me
There’s something incredible,
something exceptional
About me
and everyone else out there
I’m don't desire
to be someone I’m not
When I can be special,
By just being ‘ME’
The End
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At many instances in your life or say in our life we tend to forget our own selves and start behaving after manipulating our real behavior which isn't fairthis disambiguation is what i'm tring to convey through this little piece of literature hope you like it
cheers :)
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Identity Crisis (-_-), which
was posted on Jan 21, 2012 by
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