This is yet another identity crisis poems, mostly just about misunderstandings between my mind and the world I see.
cant you see
the freedom in which i will endure
once i erase all that is wrong
once i erase me
then wait
if i
did i
whad did they say
do i care
about just another
its today
then i breate
to inflate my lungs
to match my ego
everyone thinks I'm high
when they are just low
so i type
and have nowhere to go