Caricamento in corso...

Identity

My heart is pounding and my head is screaming no.
They asked me... The question.
The question that puts you on top of the pyramid or below.
I stare at the class and they stare at me.
Every time I switch schools... I changed.
My favorite color is black.... I am now goth.
My favorite color is pink, I am a preppy girly girl who wears a smile all day long.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I silently plead for a cover up.
This... Is... Called... Fear.
Should I tell them who I am really?
... Or who I want to be.
Should I try to be real or fake?
My hands get clammy and it feels.. Like.. I can’t... Breathe.
As I stare at them and they stare at me.
I wonder who...
I am supposed to be.

(2014)

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