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i've merely scraped away
the outer flakes of my identity
i've barely gotten past
the murky cloud blocking me
i have still much to study
and much to discover
loads of experiences i have left to uncover
i've sprinkled my identity around with my words
but there are so many pieces
that have yet to be heard
so many wounds that are yet to be cured
so many moments that haven't occurred
so many memories that have become blurred
many accomplishments that are yet to be earned
many old belongings that are yet to be burned
many more lessons that are yet to be understood
many cherished parts from my childhood
many poems and feelings that withstood
so now it's time to finish this for good.
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unfortunately, this will be the last poem i put on this collection. it was so nice to be able to post these poems and get such nice reactions, i truly appreciate it so, so much. these poems helped me sort out my feelings of identity disturbance (i think that's what it's called), and became a nice outlet to just be me and not worry so much about "who i am". this has been my favorite poetry collection (so far...), as it felt so much deeper than any of my other ones, and i hope at least some of these poems resonated with you like they did with me :)
thanks for your support, author
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'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
