Words In The Wind

People can change your identity, but they shouldn't. End of story.

Words In The Wind

I can hear them
Every moment of my life
A hundred voices at once
Telling me about me
I'm a freak
I don't belong here
My every action leading to failure
An idiot trying to act clever
Is that what I am?
A waste of humanity?
Someone who is destined to lead a life of failure and misery?
According to them, that is who I am
But are they right?
Or am I wrong?
Maybe that isn't me
Maybe what they were saying wasn't true
And I've been blinded by what I thought was the only answer
Am I really me?
Or have I hid under what was shown to me
Started believing it all and letting it sink into me and become who I am
Like a parasite twisting me into something I'm not
A mutation distorting my very being
Now I ask myself
If that isn't me
Then who am I?
I'm not sure
I could be anyone
Sure I could be heading on a path leading to nothing but misery
But there's so much else that can happen
My life could be good
No great
I could be rich
I may be floating amongst the stars
In a ship of my own design
I might be a freak
But that lead to greatness
To something I can't even imagine
There's so much waiting for me
Where do I start?

Author's Note

Same rules as always