Adolescent Angst
The knowledge that I am
is not.
Like an hallucination,
I am
nothing more than
a name --
a designation of something
that is
yet to be.
The future must unfold
all that
I become in later years.
For now,
I know not why,
or, perhaps,
even that I do
exist....
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