Why can't I see a 'me'?
The chaotic nature of identity I cannot understand.
Feel like being set free inside a cage called 'I',
But I still dont know where I am.
I twist these words my own way,
So maybe I own them.
But how can I own anything?
When I havent yet owned my 'I'.
The devil inside me had been caged long enough,
And it came out roaring.
But I don't have anything,
Much less a devil inside me.
Inside it's filled with organs that make me live,
But how can I live when there is nothing inside?
Like the ship of Theseus,
I am being replaced by other's ideas for me.
Until, now nothing remains except theirs,
Do 'I' now cease to exist - no longer a rooted tree?
Truly a chameleon too much,
So now theres nothing that is me I can truly touch.
The river is beautiful because you are looking at it,
Therefore I am not beautiful as I cant look at 'I'.
A container that never stops giving to other's,
But there the container called 'I' is hollow.
Even with an aim you strive for,
I can't achieve it when there's empty between both shores.
Truly a building without bricks,
A nest without sticks.
An 'I' without a me,
A personality without am identity.
I just can't look inside my 'I' and see,
Will there ever truly be a me?
-A truly anonymous, anonymous(me)
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC