Identity

A blank wall, an empty building
Cut and paste an identity
Skim the surface of who you are
Not everything you hold is you
But who you are is that Blank wall
Ready to be filled with what is true

Songs, clippings, pages with quotes and emotion. A tiny pinprick of what you are, fleshed out and developed in someone else's words.  Attached to your blank wall, filling up more space than it should.  Eventually you contain so much more excess than what you are that you are hardly yourself at all.  You're just a covered wall. A collage of so many other's ideas.  Am I to say that there is anything one can create that is fully them? Well, might that one must know themselves fully- yet who can in a world of such mixed identity?  For those who accept as truth the things they feel, and for those who accept as truth the things they know, or the things they see.  This is what their blank wall will be.