Hope Contagium

A therapy journal of self-obsession, depression and meaning.

Tag: identity

Old Photo Albums

I wander through
Old photo albums
As if they’re graveyards
Of ribbons and stuck-out tongues,
Memories attached with
Used bubblegum.
Staring at the faces of all the
People who used to care,
I’ve never felt more alone
And if I cry it’s because you
Aren’t there
When I look around
And god it just isn’t fair.
Because, you see, I don’t
Know what I did,
Don’t know what drove you all away,
But I know that you’re what
I needed
To avoid ending up this way.
I flip through photo after photo,
Always searching for the
Same thing:
That I fit with these people,
that this person’s really me.
You all say you want to know
Where you come from,
But knowing that
The horrible little things
You hate about yourself are
Natural, passed down,
Doesn’t mean that you can change,
And even if you see the sadness coming,
You can’t always stop the pain.
Because is there a difference
Between tribal masks
And photographs,
When it’s all worship in the end?
And do the albums tell the truth
When I’ve scribbled over them in pen?

By Mo Fowler

Identity of I

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they’ve shown

Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try

Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

By Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha

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