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colby selter


The kid identity


The kid identity


Look at me,
It is not my true identity,
But when they see the true true me,
I am nothing but a messed up key,
When they see my true identity,
They want to go back to what they thought was me,
But they must not go and see,
Who my true identity could really be,
Just remember I’m my real identity.




By: Colby Selter

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2008

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  • Dayna Verhulst (1/5/2010 4:10:00 PM)

    This is such a nice poem. I relate to this because i have always hid my fears behind a smile and talked like nothing was wrong i was always acting happy so my friends would not worry. but the truth is i am just a scared teen that is trying to tie my life back together (Report) Reply

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