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Best Poems About / On IDENTITY
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Mistaken Identity
My dream as a child
Became a passion in my youth
To search for my identity
And search for a truth
I differentiated myself from every other mortal
I differentiated myself for a subtle known cause
To be the best amongst all of them
And to prevent my identity loss
The great that I achieved
Doesnt seem to be any more
Or probably it wasnt great enough
For my conscience to be sure
I was probably the most competitive
In an effort to establish my superiority
Im still to reach that ultimate position
To re-establish the mistaken identity
I would stand nowhere
If they all fall in my shoes
My identity is mistaken for nothing
Dont know for the fault of whose.
Sumeet Mukherjee
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Lost identity.
Lost identity.
My dream as a child.
Became a passion in my youth.
To search for my identity.
And search for the truth.
I differentiated myself from every other mortal.
I differentiated myself for a subtle known cause.
To be the best amongst all of them.
And to prevent them not to know of my identity loss
The good that I achieved
Doesnt seem to be no more
Or probably it wasnt good enough
For my conscience to be sure
I was probably the most competitive
In an effort to establish my superiority
Im still to reach that ultimate position
To re-establish my lost identity.
written by salma torrez. copyright
salma. torrez
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Stolen Identity
This is a stolen identity
Because Im bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
Dont look in, you can see me
Id rather wear this stolen identity
Exactly what they want to see
Ive got the lock on the door
Dont force yourself to love me anymore
You dont need to
Im now something new
But its not really me, its all for you
He put the stitches on the cut
When shes perfect, then theres love
Shes perfect in this mask
Hiding his shame at last
Because without identity goes the past
No, I cant look up to your eyes
I know Ive got something else in me
Its breathing hard, it tries rise
Like the third of a trinity
No, Ive got this at last
Now Ive found the perfect mask
And Ill shake these thoughts with this flask
Because with this failure goes a past
That he never wanted to see
A part that was forced to bleed
But with this identity goes stitches
Though it bleeds, though it itches
But Im sewn up, strung out, all youll ever need
Though these stitches bleed
Kathryn Garner
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Too Much Freedom
If we were to stay anonymous
And our need for identity be forgotten
Then life would have too much freedom
And end in its own destruction
For anonymity leads to
Self expression
Of the most extreme
For their freedom fears not
The eternal cell of scrutiny
For their is no face to judge
And confine its uncontrollable
Laugh from the face of mankind
To be free from the curse of identity
Is to be cursed with freedom
For too much freedom
Leads to too much power
And a 'Common Power' at that.
For conflicting ideas
Of freedom and voice
Would choose to eliminate
Hindrances by its own hand
Without the ordered hand of identity
For a faceless man
Is a man without shame
And doth be invisible
For his own expression may threaten
The expression of others
A darkened shade
Placed across the world by total freedom
Will forever mask the anonymous
For their actions can not be traced
To the identity that had given breath to it.
Antoine La Najja
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