Identity Crisis

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I’m unsure of who I am, I’m unsure of my identity. I’m unsure of my sexuality, I’m unsure of who I want to be.  I’m unsure if I even want to live, I’m unsure of my religious beliefs.
Who am I? Am I human Am I  wolf Am I  a dreamwalker Am I  a guardian with a messed up past Or the sister forced to live in her shadow Do I  have brown eyes Do I  have blue eyes
Comin' up in this confusing world You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl You told me not to tell your parents But could your haircut make it any more apparent?   Somebody help me get through this
Twinkle, twinkle little Star How we wonder what you are... All of Rainbow's colors, stolen, by the Chameleon. Camoflauged shades and undertones
Oh sweet, how sweet To be me but not   Judgment belongs to someone else, It belongs to plastic innocuous speech, Flowing into a vacant House that is yours, theirs-mine
I am a perfect puzzle. A miserable mish-mash of jagged jigsaw edges that never seem to match up. An array of sudden splashed colors that do not make sense.Unless you painstakingly,
  When I look at you I am as complete As can be When you look at me What do you see In the mirror I create? Sister and Brother Hand in hand You are nothing Without me
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