How long does it take to find yourself?
Have I faked a smile for too long?
What do I do?
My identity is lost,
Even to myself.
I look in the mirror,
And nothing is familiar.
I search,
And never find.
I don't even recognize myself anymore.
What is my identity?
Where has it gone?
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Poems and Short Stories Of The Depressed
PoetryJust some poems from a depressed soul trying to find an outlet. If you have any ideas you would like me to write about and I can try my best to deliver.
