Losing Oneself

A poem about identity crises

In hindsight of disorientation, astray one’s own bodily fragments let identity and ego spill on countertops; don't claim them back through first time glances at the mirror body idiosyncrasy midst the bottle of conventional, let others be the driver to your car of judgment be forced into the limbo of societal expectations leave doors agape to change airs prior opinions suddenly transition to contrasts tops you found appealing then suddenly hideous now to keep up with the new Balenciaga trend leave mindset indigenous reigned by society like a herd of sheep make thoughts of their own based on that of others maybe we all mature to be a community filled with judgment pass sweeping statements, soon to be all that of lost fragments of ourselves replaced by disdainful discernment Rarely learn dough face and short pants magnets of the attraction of catcall drowned head deep by whistling and apprehension of disapproval reject subconscious, purge themselves no longer what you want to be but what they want you to be.