The doctor’s words echo in my ears,
A label, a diagnosis that brings me fears.
I’m not the worst, I’m not the best,
But who am I, and what’s the quest?
I’m a mystery, an unresolved conundrum,
But what’s my diagnosis? It’s a stigma.
A load on my heart, a hardship to endure,
As I try to figure out just what’s pure.
Am I just a puzzle, a mystery, a game?
I wonder if I’ll ever be the same.
What will I do if this never ceases?
The doctor’s words echo in my ears,
In search of my authentic self,
I shed the layers of pretense and wealth.
My true identity I did unveil,
And my individuality did prevail.
Genuine and honest, I stood tall,
Unadulterated and real, I gave my all.
Sincere and true to myself,
Wholehearted and unique, I found my wealth.
Lost in the labyrinth of life,
Lamenting my lost self in strife,
Looking for a light to lead me through,
Longing for a path that feels true.
Soul-searching in solitude,
Seeking answers with fortitude,
Shedding layers of pretense and guise,
Shimmering bits of my true self arise.
Shining through the cracks and seams,
Showing me what my heart truly deems,
Slowly but surely finding my way,
Savoring every moment of each new day.
Self-discovery is an ongoing quest,
Sometimes arduous but worth the test,
Strengthening my identity and core,
Setting me free to explore more.
Introspection is my trusted guide,
Inviting me to look deep inside,
Inquiring about what makes me whole,
Inspiring me to reach my goal.
Journeying on this winding road,
Juggling doubts and fears that have slowed,
Joining hands with my newfound self,
Just being present and true to myself.
I am invisible to myself, a mystery I can’t quite see,
A perception that’s clouded, and a self-awareness not yet free.
I look in the mirror, but I don’t recognize the face,
A stranger looking back, in a strange and unfamiliar space.
The world may know me, but I’m still a mystery to myself,
A journey of introspection, and a quest to find my own wealth.
I’ll explore my identity, and find the truth in my heart,
And let go of the perceptions, that have kept me apart.
I am invisible to myself, but I’ll find my way to the light,
And embrace the person I am, and the person I’ll be in sight.
“It’s not you, It’s me,” I try to explain,
As I struggle with a duality, a split so insane,
Two personas conflicting, inside my brain,
A constant battle, a heart-wrenching pain.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, a tale so old,
A story of a man, with a split so bold,
Two identities vying, for control so cold,
A life so complex, a story so untold.
One persona is calm, the other wild,
One is gentle, the other is riled,
A duality that leaves me beguiled,
My conflicting identities, forever exiled.
“It’s not you, It’s me,” I say with a sigh,
As I struggle with my persona’s lull and high,
A split that leaves me wanting to cry,
My identity, forever lost in a lie.
I’m lonely but ok,
In my solitude, I find my way,
Peace and quiet, my constant friend,
A sanctuary that helps me mend.
No need for noise or constant chatter,
In my own company, nothing else matters,
I can think, create, and dream,
Without any interruption or scheme.
Sometimes the world can be too much,
And all we need is a gentle touch,
Of solitude and serenity,
To find our inner identity.
When my brain implodes, my Irish heart explodes,
Emotions and thoughts, like fireworks, they unload.
Memories of my culture, my identity, my heritage,
Passion and energy, they surge and they ravage.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, I seek release,
Freedom from the chaos, a moment of peace.
So I turn to poetry, to rhyme and to verse,
To express the explosion, to make it less terse.
My Irish heart beats with a rhythm so strong,
It’s the beat of my ancestors, the beat of their song.
It’s the fire in my soul, the spark in my eye,
It’s the reason I live, the reason I try.
So when my brain implodes, and my Irish heart explodes,
I embrace the energy, I let it unfold.
For it’s a part of who I am, it’s a part of my fate,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s simply great.
In this world of many faces,
We embrace our diverse races,
Bound together by a common thread,
We celebrate what makes us unique instead.
A symphony of cultures, so rich and vast,
Each one with a story to tell and a past,
Together we create a harmony,
That echoes through the world, loud and free.
The Pain of Being Me
I live in a world that does not understand me
A world that judges me by how I look and act
A world that expects me to conform and agree
A world that rejects me for being different and abstract
I suffer in silence as I hide my true self
As I pretend to be someone that I’m not
As I suppress my feelings and emotions on a shelf
As I deny my identity and dreams that I’ve got
I cry in the dark as I feel alone and hopeless
As I wonder if there’s anyone who cares
As I question if there’s any meaning or purpose
As I despair if there’s any hope or prayers
I long for a day when I can be free and happy
When I can embrace who I am and what I feel
When I can find someone who loves me for me
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Beneath the surface of my skin,
There lies a darkness deep within,
It creeps and crawls and never sleeps,
And in my heart it dwells and keeps.
I try to hide it every day,
But it always seems to find its way,
A shadow cast upon my soul,
That leaves me feeling far from whole.
I despised the person in the reflection,
A stranger staring back, devoid of affection.
I saw flaws and imperfections, and all that was wrong,
And felt like I didn’t belong.
But then I realized, with a sudden clarity,
That the person in the mirror, was me.
And I learned to love, the person I see,
And embrace my flaws, so uniquely me.
Who is me, who am I?
A question that often makes me sigh.
Is it the name I was given at birth?
Or is it the sum of my worth?
Is it my actions or my words?
Or the way my presence is heard?
Is it my thoughts, my beliefs?
Or the way my heart grieves?
Is it my past or my present?
Or the dreams I hold so fervent?
Is it the scars that I bear?
Or the hope that I dare?
Who is me, who am I?
A question that often makes me cry.
But maybe the answer lies within,
In the way I love and where I’ve been.
In the tapestry of life we weave,
Each thread a color, a story to believe,
Together they form a vibrant hue,
A celebration of me, of us, of you.
Our differences are what make us strong,
A symphony of voices, a beautiful song,
Bound together by a shared community,
A rainbow of colors in perfect unity.
We are the weavers of life’s grand design,
Our threads of difference intertwine,
Each one adding to the tapestry,
Of our shared humanity.
The patterns of our tapestry so bright,
Reflecting all that makes us right,
In harmony we weave each day,
Our differences weaving a brighter way.
Our identities are like a fingerprint,
Unique and special, never to be replicated,
But in our differences, we find a connection,
A shared humanity that brings us all in one direction.
Our voices may be different, but we sing the same song,
Our paths may be different, but we journey along,
Together we embrace each other’s diversity,
United in our unique identities.
Each thread a story, a unique tale,
Together they form a tapestry that cannot fail,
A reflection of our diverse humanity,
Woven together in perfect harmony.
From every color, culture, and creed,
Our tapestry is more beautiful indeed,
For it is our differences that make us great,
A tapestry of life that we all celebrate.
Out of many, we become one,
A bond that cannot be undone,
United by a common dream,
With open hearts and minds that gleam.
From different paths we all may hail,
Our love and respect for all prevail,
Together we form a greater sum,
Out of many, we become one.
“E Pluribus Unum” (Latin for “Out of many, one”)
Our world is a patchwork of diversity,
A beautiful tapestry for all to see,
A world of colors, cultures, and ways,
A reflection of our shared humanity.
Despite our differences, we stand tall,
Together we rise above it all,
Celebrating what makes us unique,
A world where love and peace we seek.
Our world is a canvas of many colors,
A mosaic of cultures, sisters and brothers,
Each one a brushstroke, a unique hue,
Creating a masterpiece of me and you.
The beauty of diversity lies,
In the way it opens up our eyes,
To see the world in a brand new way,
And celebrate our differences every day.
Amidst the hustle of crowded spaces,
Amidst the cacophony of voices and faces,
We find ourselves in a sea of humanity,
Navigating the currents with our own identity,
Yet, despite the chaos and commotion,
We find moments of peace and emotion,
In crowded spaces,
In our differences, we find strength,
A bond that stretches to any length,
Through culture, faith, and creed,
We find common ground and agree.
With open hearts and open minds,
We leave our prejudices behind,
And find unity through diversity,
A world filled with love, peace, and equity.
Embrace the unique, the odd, the new,
For diversity is a beautiful hue,
Let’s celebrate what sets us apart,
And cherish each person’s unique art.
Our differences are what make us great,
A tapestry of cultures and traits,
Let us stand tall and show our light,
For different is beautiful, shining bright.
The weight of numbers, a force to behold,
A power that shapes stories, both new and old,
It can bring together, or tear apart,
A tool of creation, a weapon to start.
In the weight of numbers, there is strength,
But also vulnerability, a double-edged length,
For every life that we bring into this world,
Comes with it, a burden, a flag unfurled.
We are not alone in this journey we take,
For we are surrounded by humanity’s wake,
A symphony of voices, a chorus of tales,
A cacophony of sounds, an array of scales.
Yet, in the weight of numbers, we are one,
A tapestry of lives, united by the sun,
A shared experience, a common thread,
A journey of life, that we all tread.
Let us not forget, in the weight of numbers,
The stories we hold, the joys and slumbers,
For in this sea of humanity, we find our place,
Our unique identity, a special grace.
So let us embrace the weight of numbers,
And all that it brings, the joy and wonders,
For in the end, it is our humanity,
That defines us, and gives us our dignity.
Faces in a crowd, each one unique,
A tapestry of lives, a pattern oblique,
Some are bright, others are dim,
But each one has a story, a light within.
In the bustle and hum of the city street,
The rush and push of pounding feet,
We lose ourselves in the thronging mass,
Our individuality hidden, like a shadow cast.
But in the faces of the crowd, we can see,
A mirror of humanity, our diversity,
Each one a piece of the puzzle, a part of the whole,
A story to be told, a tale to be extolled.
Some faces are young, with eyes of wonder,
Others are old, with a quiet thunder,
Each one a memory, a moment in time,
A unique expression, of life’s climb.
So let us not lose sight, in the faces of a crowd,
Of the stories that we share, both quiet and loud,
For in the tapestry of humanity, we all play a part,
A symphony of lives, woven together, heart to heart.
Doubtful of Self, of Realness
Fortified by others’ knowing, or preferably- admiration
Like being constructed out of sets of other peoples’ eyes
Like being made real by propagating in more minds, many more minds, specific minds. In countless beating and virtual hearts, Likes, thumbs up
Not wanting to be forgotten, while alive, while dead
Taxed by maintenance and constant imminent collapse
Identity is a social construct
Awareness is not.
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