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Identity Crisis


I got an identity crisis
i dont' know who I am
good
bad
happy
sad
mad
glad
god damn
it's a fucked up situation to be facin
one part praying for salvation
the other screamin for deviation
two nations
under God
both invisible
with misery and injustice for all
cause all this confusion
is confusing
it's amusing that's it's so screwed
i make promises with one hand behind my back
fingers crossed
as i pray to the cross
i'm lost
but know where i am at the same time
stuck no where going fast
i'm sick of writing this crap
so i keep the pen to the pad
does that sound like i'm mad?
i write verses after my curses
and hate to do it
cause it's usually only after i blew it
that the blue tip touches paper
and writes nonsense that makes sense to me
maybe not others
oh brother
said the good to the bad side
what's it gonna take to stop you?
suicide....?

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  • alone4ever
    November 23
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    This poem was awesome i think i reread it like seven times already. I am surprised that u were able to actually get on paper the confusion...
    it's a fucked up situation to be facin
    one part praying for salvation
    the other screamin for deviation
    two nations
    under God
    both invisible
    with misery and injustice for all
    cause all this confusion
    is confusing
    it's amusing that's it's so screwed
    i make promises with one hand behind my back
    fingers crossed
    as i pray to the cross
    i'm lost

    this just says so much to me good job and good luck


  • Grey.Area.
    November 2

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    This is really good, maybe one of the first poems over 12 lines I have read intently ................. (my attention span is that of a gnat.)

    Good job, feel usure of myself sometimes, the rest of the time I am distracted lol.

    Good job, feels like a personal thought turned poem.

    Like this section :

    it's a fucked up situation to be facin
    one part praying for salvation
    the other screamin for deviation

    good rhymes.
    But this one is my favourite:

    I'm lost
    but know where i am at the same time
    stuck no where going fast

    read this part and thought 'holy shit that is me'

    Good Job..... me likkie.

    Louise.