identity

Sun, 01/08/2017 - 13:15 -- rkk009

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Creative 
Outdated 
Who am I
If I can't define what makes me tick
The things inside 
Overwhelmed 
So sick
I wish for bliss 
Taunted and mocked 
Inconclusive 
None knowing 
Who am I 
It repeats
Why am I here 
Please tell me 
What's my purpose in a world so cruel 
I was given a gift
But what for I don't know how to use it
Hands
What's with these hands
Why can they do things others can't 
Why do they call it a lie
I'm different 
Of course 
I thought I could escape my fate
Be normal 
No more
I changed because of them 
because of the words
The pronouncement 
Not even that the other utterance 
It's what they didn't vocalize
What they didn't do
All they did was laugh 
Chuckle
Crackled 
Giggled 
Snickered 
Laughed
And laugh 
And laugh 
Why
Because I couldn't speak 
Why

why did they hurt me
Why did they let me forget 
I've forgotten who I am
Who am I?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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