identity.

i exude a sense of knowing
but little can you tell
that i am a mess inside
a ball of conflict
a mass of conundrums
a face that bleeds
unworthiness

i pretend life is felicitous
the world sunny and bright
despite the colours of bleak
that taint my vision
a wandering body punctuates
my confused soul

when all i wish
is to know who i am.


just a little moody, that's all. nothing like writing a little poetry. inspired by them: White Gold by Metric, Help I'm Alive (Acoustic) by Metric and Zombies by Cranberries.