we
have had our identities ripped from us-
who we are
who we were
who we were meant to be.
we have been altered, primped,
groomed into what is wanted
an illusion
no identity
no reality
no self
it's all fake
we cannot revolt
we must pretend
we must be what they want us to be
yet i can no longer be what they want me to be
and they love me anyways
i'm not sure what i want to be though
or who i want to be
i want to be me
yet i do not know who i am anymore
i am the butterfly in my cocoon
not yet ready to present myself to the word
but i am evolving and changing and growing day by day
someday when i grow up i will be ME
written by amie
http://lilbastrd.faithweb.com/later.html
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