Who?
A Poem About Identity.. Or Lack of in a Corrupt Society
I am not me,
Not who I intended to be,
There's always confusion sparked by a constant delusion,
That what you see isn't thee.
There's an absence of self,
A lack of conviction in my own existence.
Just a canvas of mine own perception.
A vast and tenacious deception
That I am inherent,
Personality formed.
I'm clinging on to this moment of solidity,
Where the body of water flowed perfectly.
I'm hanging on to that picture,
Dwelling on that fixture,
That was lost to the fluidity of time.
There was almost perfection,
A rudimentary consensus,
That accepted the projected pixels of self.
But an image cannot last,
And society forges conformity.
Adherence to custom,
The usual fashion,
A conventional judgment.
An existential moment of dictatorship,
And one comes to realise that the fabrication of my being is a prevalence,
'I'm homogenous' -
Like you, like him.
I tried to redeem my individuality,
But I'm swimming with the tide,
With regret I report a fatality,
Society became my insanity.
By Unity Addison © 05/05/2018
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Unity Addison
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