Abstract Identity

The push and pull upon the soul

Contorts an abstract self

Identity entombed

In a Picasso I have felt

A piece of this, a bit of that

Like Frankenstien’s creation

The world digs up dead diatribes

To craft socialization

Our parents, teachers, priests, and peers

Add to stigmatization

The grand illusion churning out

Its mass indoctrination

We wear their expectations

All their deities and demons

Their hopes and fears, their cheers and jeers

And likewise rarely see them

And so inside the masquerade

We rarely find oasis

But in this world it would be nice

To see genuine faces