How am I supposed to be myself if you decided who I was?
How do I know who I am?
Who is the person I see before me?
This mirror has been replaced.
It falsifies. It distorts. It bends. It stretches. It is deceit.
You have marked me. You have deposited my life.
I no longer know myself. Perhaps I never did.
I may never be cognizant of my being.
Labels cloud my judgement.
The fog of existence clogs my pores.
I need clarity before the poison seeps too deep.
I need free of the bonds that dominate me.