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Lost Identity
I do not recognize myself in my very own skin,
What I see within the surface floats overhead me.
Finding resolutions seems to be a loss of identity.
Running the paths in my veins are not things so satisfying.
Like a lock dangling above the water I can't find security.
If a reflection in a mirror could tell the truth about who you really are as a whole,
Why does it not reveal the parts of me that disease my soul?
©bipolarpoet
What I see within the surface floats overhead me.
Finding resolutions seems to be a loss of identity.
Running the paths in my veins are not things so satisfying.
Like a lock dangling above the water I can't find security.
If a reflection in a mirror could tell the truth about who you really are as a whole,
Why does it not reveal the parts of me that disease my soul?
©bipolarpoet
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