Identity
Words are knives that sink into your skin.
You let them define who you are.
Before you can figure out your own self-identity.
You choose to listen to false lyrics
That feed you lies to help drag you down.
You follow the snake that leads you to hell.
You let it tell you where you’ll end up.
When did someone tell you what you are?
When does someone know you better than yourself?
You are you?
No one can change that?
No one should try to change that?
Close your eyes.
Listen to your heart.
Search for soul.
Find yourself.
Before you lose yourself.
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