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Finding An Idenity

By Cwm

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Trying to behave in a manner untrue, trying to find oneself, without a clue. Why wear these "baggy jeans?" Why try to act so unclean? Why consume myself,with so much hate? Why engage in useless behavior, why partake? Perplexed in darkness, that isn't me, failing to relaize, my place to be, living trapped, in darkness, caught in misery, failing to realize my idenity, to blind too see! "What's this life for?" I wonder more and more. Can I reform to be like before? Caught between two personalities, losing touch with sanity, and reality, Who cares! As long as i'm considered, to be congeniality!!! ~CWM "But what am I? A thing which thinks. What is a thing which thinks? It is a thing which doubts,understands, affirms,denies,wills,refuses, which also imagines and feels." Rene DescartesTime for my Philosophical insight. Not sure about the title, sounds allitle "dry" to me, any suggestions? ~CWM Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 08:06 AM PST   0 • 10

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