“identity under erosion”

How many times have you burned yourself out for them?

How many times have you looked in the mirror and thought –

if only I was somebody else, maybe the world would accept me

How many pieces of you have you thrown away

just because they said they were broken?

Is there an ending –

a place where you are at peace with all of you

Is there even a self, still continuing to evolve

….. or do you just restart over and over again –

a little bit more fucked up each time?

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