The Habit of Identity Crisis

I am going to be fine,

That’s what I am.

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The epitome of transformation,

That’s what I aim.

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Labels are running around,

Flying in and out without boundaries.

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I don’t do what doesn’t work.

I don’t work on what isn’t moldable.

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Precisely calculated,

Direct and concise, that’s what I am.

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Call me a stuck up,

I don’t care.

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Call me overconfident,

That’s what drives me.

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These words are emptying up,

draining myself up,

coming into and from what looks like an empty vessel.

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I don’t care, I never do.

I care, I always do.

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Duality..

Everything comes back to duality.

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Am I worthless?

They are saying I am worthy.

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Am I extraordinary?

They are acting like I’m the worst.

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If superficiality is what’s gonna make me fly,

Succumb to its concept of perfection

Will help me being accepted, right?

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Being celebrated for who I am,

Is something I am long to do.

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But being who I really am,

I’m afraid..

Is something I never gonna come into.