It was in about grade 3 when i noticed
I lack an identity, and the way my personality eroded.
I dart around in the brackets my parents placed me in
How they raised me and
The dos and don'ts they praised me with.
How i follow their bandwidth.
Each footsept like they planned it.
It's why I'm demanding.
I need more because it wasn't exactly nurture they were handing..
All i know is, i don't fit human branding.
I'm standing with the outliers outside outlines in the midst of misunderstanding.
It was a crisis when i was ten then
It became titles for my pen, friend.
The underlying topic of my expression became my lack of my individual expression.
Need i mention, my only identifiable trait is I'll give all my attention, or sit like the rowdy kid in detention.
Unable to sit still and listen.
Final question:
Is my image so important because i failed the identity lesson, or am i just caught in that societal superficial weapon?