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Why is it so hard for us to define ourselves?
Who we are is always how we are perceived by someone else.
When it comes time to unlock this internal mystery,
We are always searching for someone else who has held the key.
I try identifying myself through photographs and poetry.
But that is past existence, not the true me.
Pondering over such an issue I begin to question the past,
And how the present never lasts.
In this moment the future, present, and after this word, the past.
Time begins to confound my own existence.
I’m fighting for truth, in this passive resistance.
I look to you, for your approval in all that I do.
But my looking has caused me to mesh my being into you.
Time doesn’t exist, or so I read in a book.
But memories are the plans that we tend to overlook.
So who am I, I thought I knew.
I guess no one ever knows what is true.
If we follow our hearts we are likely to break.
If we follow our impulses we have admitted mistake.
If we try hard to be someone were not,
We still don’t know what we haven’t been taught.
I am shaped by those around me.
Predestined to lack identity.

Description
Why is it so hard for us to define ourselves?
Who we are is always how we are perceived by someone else.
When it comes time to unlock this internal mystery,
We are always searching for someone else who has held the key.
I try identifying myself through photographs and poetry.
But that is past existence, not the true me.
Pondering over such an issue I begin to question the past,
And how the present never lasts.
In this moment the future, present, and after this word, the past.
Time begins to confound my own existence.
I’m fighting for truth, in this passive resistance.
I look to you, for your approval in all that I do.
But my looking has caused me to mesh my being into you.
Time doesn’t exist, or so I read in a book.
But memories are the plans that we tend to overlook.
So who am I, I thought I knew.
I guess no one ever knows what is true.
If we follow our hearts we are likely to break.
If we follow our impulses we have admitted mistake.
If we try hard to be someone were not,
We still don’t know what we haven’t been taught.
I am shaped by those around me.
Predestined to lack identity.