Identity

Look at me, 
it's not my true identity
I have a covert identity, 
i wonder if you'd ever see, 
my thoughts, my deeds 
are all that makes me
but something I may do 
may not describe me.

My true identity 
has fled me, 
fled me to another
to my friends and family
my true identity
is all that makes me.

So lost deep inside
if its not for my soul
i would[d be lost again
my true identity 
is hard to see. 

Accept who you are
recognize your own beauty
identity isn't a need, 
your identity should be your own
a better person you will be known 
this is me, this is my identity
my true identity is all full of beauty. 

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