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[aid] => mick
[title] => The lost identity
[time] => 2006-03-15 19:55:28
[hometext] => havent even read through it since i wrote it... could be a load of *****
[bodytext] => The Lost Identity In a wandering crowd, no faces I see, Nor the mirrors reflection shows me, me, We’re all lost in translation, all finding our way, Drifting through night and running through day, And even though I’m just fifteen years old, I speak what they say, and I am what I’m told, Questions they fill our bewildered young mind, Answers in which we never will find, Who am i? Where am I from? And what am I trying to be? Is my identity theirs? Or chosen by only me? Will I make decisions? Or for me will they be made? Will I stay behind my mask? While my identity is left to fade? Scared to accept the truth, I’m hiding in the hazes, Running away from myself, And dodging disgusted gazes, God will only judge me, But the watchful eyes will scorn, My identity is tainted, And my lonely heart is torn, The people round me mould me, Like a piece of dough, And the marks from my experiences, Cut deep in my skin to show, I’ve locked up my identity, And forgot where I left the key, Now when they turn to judge me, It is just a clone they’ll see, A vision of modern society, The Medias latest pop dream, The same as any replica, That same as any teen, We march in lines, all look the same, And dream our dreams at night, On the outside we are happy, On the inside we put up a fight, Why am I like this? Who am I to say? Why am I the same in every single way? Why am I afraid to show the truth? In dear of what they’ll do? They would accept me as I was, If my friends were true, But I turn my back for a second, And find a dagger there, Left by touchstone *****, But also from the people who ‘care’, My chin is lowered, I don’t hold my head high, But cover the tears, That my slander let cry, I’ve endured the biggest burden of them all, But standing still I’ve begun to fall, I feel like a freak, a liar, a fake, And slowly I fear I am slipping away, Cos I’ve kept the truth for any sake, And my sexual identity’s brought me dismay, And in my eyes you’ll see the pain Cos all that’s left is just a name [comments] => 5 [counter] => 256 [topic] => 13 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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