This is my second poem. I hope you all like it! If you do, check out another poem by me called: Woe of the Schizo
DIFFERENTIATIABLE
Feigned acceptance of truths discovered by others
Deliverance from ignorance through conformity to a lie which smothers
Loss of self in self-lessness
Trying to give life sense with feverish restlessness
Am I a product of my life or is it a product of me?
Are there things that make me who I am, but that I cannot see?
I need to differentiate between who I am and who I pretend to be
But what happens when different things they cease to be?
I am a child
I am a boy
I am a Pokemon trainer?
I suppose it’s all I should be, all I could be
I wish I were an individual and someone understood me
To break the mold is to cross a border, lined
On this side, certainty
On the other, chaos defined
When life offers you lemons, can you make facial cream?
Feigned acceptance of truths discovered by others
Deliverance from ignorance through conformity to a lie which smothers
Loss of self in self-lessness
Trying to give life sense with feverish restlessness
Am I a product of my life or is it a product of me?
Are there things that make me who I am, but that I cannot see?
I need to differentiate between who I am and who I pretend to be
But what happens when different things they cease to be?
I am a child
I am a boy
I am a Pokemon trainer?
I suppose it’s all I should be, all I could be
I wish I were an individual and someone understood me
To break the mold is to cross a border, lined
On this side, certainty
On the other, chaos defined
When life offers you lemons, can you make facial cream?