#Throwback: Who Am I?
Who am I? I wonder if I can recognize myself if I look in the mirror. Voices in my head telling me to be myself but who exactly am I? I don’t think I can ever find a way back to my true self. Self -identity is what is lacking; I no longer think I can get back to what I was. It would be a journey to the unknown. Who am I?… buried in the makeup, the tight dresses with half my ass out, artificial hair and nails so long like those used in Nigerian African movies by witches. I know right, all in the name of being a cool kid. It is such a shame, is all of this worth losing my identity for? I don’t know. The pain of trying to fit in, but I need this smokescreen, it boosts my confidence. Without the decoy I don’t believe I can stand on my own. Gone are the days where my opinions and views were mine, now they are shadowed with modern day influence. The liberty of doing what I want is gradually fading, now the cool kid doctrines determine what I do and how I do it. I have incarcerated my...