I am not me
We are not us
My body is but a skin cage
I am a blob of flesh and muscle
Oddly formed and named
A person called—?
Meant only to think and control
We dress ourselves up as doll
The fleshy bone and muscles covered in a layer of identity
I am still a mere entity
We are not anything
I am not more than ideals and assumptions
My ribs are cage
My mind is made by design
I am not me
And god forbid we are someone or something
I am a idea
I am my cage
I am no one
We are not us
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
I am not me
We are not us
My body is but a skin cage
I am a blob of flesh and muscle
Oddly formed and named
A person called—?
Meant only to think and control
We dress ourselves up as doll
The fleshy bone and muscles covered in a layer of identity
I am still a mere entity
We are not anything
I am not more than ideals and assumptions
My ribs are cage
My mind is made by design
I am not me
And god forbid we are someone or something
I am a idea
I am my cage
I am no one
We are not us
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