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.