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I've spent so long in this hollowed-out shell

That it's come to be synonymous with all I am.

It's caused some to think they know me well.

Honesty or not I feel like a sham,

For everyday society compartmentalizes

Each piece of me into qualifications.

I long for the day when it realizes

There are so many more considerations

To be made in the scope of a man,

Even if they complicate the plan.

And my plan? It's seen more turns and twists

Than a cobra or a boxer's fists.

I long for crisp knowledge of who I am

That falls in the lap of the average man -

Until I find it I'll reel myself in,

Just wipe the slate clean and treat it as sin

To know where one part ends and one begins,

Not because culture says I must kowtow,

Declaring who I am right here and now -

To such precedents I will never bow -

I'm just doing it for learning's sake

To figure out what it will take

To find myself love in this life.