The teacher told me to write down my identity
But not my gender or sexuality but why I am here
Who makes me me
I don't know though.
I can't sit and think because then the voices start
then the pain and teasing in my mind starts
to the point I want to scream but I can't
because the teacher asked who I am
Why AM I here I wonder so often
Who decided to bring me to life
only to mess up and have to change it
I decided in the end just to say I'm a snail
...I wasn't lying but that wasn't all
I am a mess and I don't know why
why I am here
Who's life do I affect by being here
who benefits by my existence
what hope do I create in the world
And I don't know...
I don't know why I'm here
I want to know so so bad
but I can't and maybe I never will
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