This poem was inspired by this quote:
"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybodt else, is to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight, and never stop fighting." -E.E. Cummings
The Identity Crisis
Imagine yourself here,
As a raw piece of clay,
Just sitting there on the table,
No shape in any way.
Many people will try to mold you,
But resist, do not give way,
Because you as your own person,
Is important in every single way.
Mold yourself into someone,
Who you are proud to be,
Shape yourself into something,
That you are not afraid to see.
Don't let this world influence you,
As you're becoming who you want to be,
Don't let them take the clay from you,
And mold your entire identity.
