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Tears flooded my face Such cruel words battered my heart But why? Why not apologize? Why continue to hurt me emotionally? sensutive..? A thought occured to me that you continue to disrespect me.... because I'm too sensitive? What painful thoughts meet such painful words? The idea of sensitivity hitting me. For a girl, was I just too sensitive. For my friends so-called, declared beating the sensitivity out of me. Friend:OH, shut up. You're so whiny. Besides, we're your friends, and we know who you are? WHO AM I??? WHO AM I??? Why is it I feel there is an awakening in my heart?? A quiver turned to a burst?, A thought roaring like a thunderous cloud facing against oppression and all doubts. Where have I been whom have I mistaken my true identity for... so I ask this again.. WHO AM I??? WHO AM I??? What kinda house have I built What kinda temple have I created Whom have I let into this temple whom have I let into this temple who has disturbed its peace and brought crumbling to what warm invitations have been met with such cold and brutal dismisses, where could I have gone wrong, what foods have I served, what hospitality have I offered, What kinda person just gives the snake the keys to plant the apples of misfortune and doom into your house that was made by the divine. so... WHO AM I???? Wait, I keep asking this question searching for an identity. I already know the answer to as a follower I have to let my identity burn away into the sun I flew to close to, for I have opened and allowed false tongues of those I called "Friends" instead of trusting in these gifts sent to me but the one true high power now as punishment this temple has burned away my identity only to be renewed with such high regards for every lesson is a blessing. WHO AM I??? WHO AM I??? I now know the answer to who I am. I am the sheep who took back the keys from those who locked me out of my own temple. I am cutting off the tongues of those who are preaching false friendships and finally listening to the most high of whom given me my identity, my true identity. I will count my blessings and allow my words to be true to my actions to never let the sin of taintness touch my hands, which has been pured for my identity. I will let this purity spread like wings of freedom. But who are you??? Are you free?? Are you in control of your identity, or have you fallen into their trap orchestrated by the evil one.