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I-dent-ity.
I-dentity.
Identity.

Blah.
Blah.
Blah.

Everyone, lately, wants to know the same thing.
They want to know everyone's identity,
even mine.

What's the point?
Why should I have to spell it all out for them?
Shouldn't they know me by now?

Maybe,
they're just lazy
or don't want to think.

It bothers me.
It really does.
I know, but, obviously, they don't know me.

I guess they're blind.
Do they not see me
or feel my presence?

Maybe, they can't hear.
Do they not hear me talk, laugh, joke,
or anything at all?

I might not exist to them.
Maybe, I'm dead to them
or they wish I was.

I don't know.
I just wander how many other people experience this by the world's people
or fear they have lost trace of having an identity.