You are not you,
But a residual residue.
Made up of your parents genes
And emotional trauma.
You are not you,
But societies experiment.
Twisted and manipulated
Until you are what they want.
You are not you,
But a single voice,
Forever alone
Never to find comfort or worth.
You are not you,
Until you decide to be you.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
