My Identity

Those I see are what or who I am

Nothing but a reflection of images that project back

People and things are what I transform

No face to call my own

Like a photograph, I copy images

Like backspace, I forget the last moments

What is it like to be unique

Being able to be different from everyone else

Have my own special features without using someone else’s

What is it like to have my own identity?

I can hear people call for me

The fragrance that surrounds me, delicately dancing on my own nose

I can bite out freedom into my soul

What is it like to be different?

I can be told apart from others

Everyone will remember me for my specialties

The only thing I have is a smooth field of glass

You look at me and I look back at you

I’m nothing noticeable since you’re always looking at you

When I have my own identity

My own figure and features

You’ll see me different

You’ll see me with a face

A face that that contradicts from anybody else in the world that I’ll not imitate

I’ll shine in my own ways, like the biggest star I the entire galaxy

Until then, I’m just a standing figure; tall, short, big, small

Never to be original, but a copy machine.