My identity that I formed from my own consciousness was created from my teenage years of abandonment, self understanding, self body issues
In my physical life I am still that 15 year old behind the bars of my own prison
My God will break me free from the grip of my own mental health without any prescription medicine needed
My identity void was to sleep around, be jealous, compare myself
I tossed into the wind and accepted that my true authentic vision is tainted
My identity often feels like an empty alcoholic bottle with the little fuzz of uncertainty
Today is like an light bulb giving me an instant lightning of wisdom
I am not lonely that is just an temporary thought
I have no obstacles kids, boyfriend, friends in my way of my push to win the race at my own finish line
I am my own identity
I rest my case
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