Identity

Closets

All around I am confined
from fetal womb,                                                       “Soft and connected”
through teenage responsibility
adult stress and conformity. 

A drowning wave of fury
I fight to breathe to be                                                   “Louder with spark”
A dark closet of pity 
A stagnate gloom (to find me) to end me.

Impulse to break the chains of bondage
To unmask the inner fight                                             “building”
Untying normality 
for “just out of sight.” 

Rejuvenating my soul in the waters of “out of control”
A treacherous journey of emotion 
Plighted by the rage of “doubt” 
Rationality is a sickness, devouring all thought, 


Plagued with social need
A repulsive weakness for commonalty.
Only attained by ignoring the me!

I pushes me down 
I wont fight
I gives into parallel thought
I seeks conformity
I is my Social Connection
I is completely taught
I is suffocating me 
I wont let up.


Me is lifting my soul
Me is an urgent refusal
Me traffics options 
Me is uncontrolled control.
Me trucks through stop signs
Me fights for right
Me is my souls reflection
Me is worth protecting.  

The I is getting weaker realizing 
The me isn’t meeker
Hugging the-me close tight 
forming the Identity Im. 

Im is struggle
Im wont leave 
Im is (im)pulsive
Im is perceived need.
Im is bland
Im wont take direction

Im is neutral

Im is sad
Im is mad
Im is weak
Im is tired
Im is meek 

This relentless feud.
An Im-pulsive identity.

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