The Want of Identity
To be a bird in the way that crows sit together on wires
To be a cat in the way that orange cats chirp at bugs
To be human in the way that humans hold an umbrella out at rainy bus stops
To be a robot in the way that tin bots march together
To be a vampire in the way that they can fly across the moon with no cares
To be a pirate in the way that Blackbeard threw Stede Bonnet’s belongings overboard for love
To be alive in the way that your heart beats with excitement
To be dead in the way where you wonder if people would care
To be a ghost in the way that ghosts watch and listen with no one to do the same for them
But I can’t be a bird or a robot
All I can do is sit with people on wires
And march with others
But I can’t be a bird or a robot
It’s unfortunate, but that’s how it is
It wasn’t meant to be
But there are other things I can be
I could be a boy in the way that adults search for me, asking, “Where is that boy?”
I could be a girl in the way old people shake their heads because I sit with my legs spread
I could be kind in the way people sometimes look at me sadly, knowing that I am putting others before myself.
I’m not that either, though
Not entirely anyways
Instead, I’m my own
I am a child in the way gods peer down at humans
I am an adult in the way that children look at me with a certain admiration
I am human in the way I slip by unnoticed by most
I am a ghost in the way that when I shout, everyone is surprised
I am a loser in the way that I lose more than I gain
I’m a winner in the way that I’m still alive after all this time
Hiya, I’m Kai. This is my fourth and final year of Journalism. I like playing video games, my favorites being Bioshock and Not for Broadcast. I have...