Literature
Identity Crisis
Identity crisis
frays the fabric of fought-for freedom
trapped and choking on expectation
mine
hands tied mouth bound
fault, mine
favor forgotten mind unsound
Fine, I play
this game, I'm tired, let me stay
my hand.
Indecision racks
up
consequences squared, they yell
flaws and falls
unsightly
is the tune they force feed me
whilst I beg time
whilst I beg thyme
again
butterfly wings start the count
Caterwauling upwards
can't catch the courage
fraught faultlessly with frothy
insanity,
name changed beat skipped
follow the fickle fireflies
blinking inklings of tickling
thoughts, unfettered
no bridle
can't catch me!
I'm