The Labels Of Man Poem by Mal Sharp

Sometimes I forget who I truly am,
I lose myself in the labels of man.
It is hard to find my face in the crowd,
With everyone else searching just as loud.

And then when I stumble upon my face,
I'm adamant that I have been misplaced.
That can not be me, I must look again,
To find myself free from the ball and chain.

I'm no longer an individual,
I've lost all that made me original.
The labels that have been bound around me,
Now answer for me, though I disagree.

Labels are designed to show me my place,
To make it easier to find my face.
We get put in boxes before we die,
Forced by our society to comply.

Everything intentionally formal,
All for the pretense of being normal.
Break through your chains and reclaim who you are,
We will all be sleeping amongst the stars.