Identity CrisisA Poem by SeemsPoeticWhen we cannot truly figure out who we really are as an individualWritten by: S_____P____ I’m having an identity crisis, Do I even know myself; or... Is my mirror faceless? My book of memories is slowly fading, As far as I’m concerned... It’s pageless, My hope is hanging by a thread, The thoughts of who I really am Are screaming in my head, Is this who I want to be? Or should the past me be dead? Is this really me? Is this really my life? If it is... Why do I even have this strife? If it is... Why don’t I know which wars to fight? In which battles do I allow my emotions to unravel? Use them as might to shine bright, Use them to get through the most helpless of plights, These thoughts cause the most sleepless of nights, I miss those dreams when I’d soar high and take flight, But now when I close my eyes, I’m being buried alive, Nightmares are like poetry, At least metaphorically, The metaphors are like falsified honesty, So unreal and yet they express how we really feel, Maybe that’s why we cannot dream When we feel insane, Cuz are honest nightmares are now the real deal, So we lay still, Eyes open, Reality broken, Stuck hoping, That the ceiling has the answers But it's shy It hates talking, We lay there thinking What this life is, What it represents, Waging wars in our heads, It’s a crisis of identity When all the past mistakes Leave so many things unsaid, When those big dreams of the past have gone and fled, Laying in our comfortable but uncomforting bed, We ask ourselves Who we could have been, Who we could be, If only those shooting stars could grant our wishes and help us see, If each star in the sky... Gave each person their identity,
If only it was that easy… I guess for now we’ll just stay stuck... With these identity crises © 2017 SeemsPoeticFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSeemsPoeticGreen Bay, WIAboutSelf taught artist. I write free verse and spoken word poetry. 20 years old. more..Writing
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