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Identity Crisis

December 13, 2017
By JordynWallace723 BRONZE, Wentzville, Missouri
JordynWallace723 BRONZE, Wentzville, Missouri
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His eyes look amiable this morning.
I guess I'm Friend today.
Yesterday I was Lover.
Tomorrow he’ll look at me like a disease,
And I'll know I’m Enemy.
Then his eyes will look not into mine, but through them,
And I'm Ghost.
I shift like a chameleon.
No set personality;
No identity,
I conform to my surroundings and my surroundings are him.
My skin shed of all my personal beliefs,
Morals,
Traits.
Until I am nothing,
But what he needs me to be.
Then he’s gone.
And I’m left with multiple identities to grapple with;
Friend.
Lover.
Enemy.
Ghost.
Which one am I?
Which one did he want me to conform to today?
His eyes find another girl,
Another girl with glazed eyes when she looks at him,
And I know what he wants me to be.
Gone.


The author's comments:

High school students wrap themselves in the arms of another person's embrace before they learn the curves of their own. I was inspired to write this piece because of a boy that I was completely crazy over, and I was convinced he was the "One." I didn't even know myself yet so I didn't see then that I was controlled by him. 


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