HopperWolf Posted October 14, 2002 Report Posted October 14, 2002 Who am I? Without you I am nothing, I know, But what in my life do I have to show. For who I am? What is it, That makes me unique, something to love. The sum of my hopes, importance I have For my ideals. When they fall, How could they be; I still stand you see, In the ruins of identity, Not knowing myself.
Peredhil Posted May 30, 2003 Report Posted May 30, 2003 It is so dangerous to define yourself by someone else. In doing so, you not only give them power over you, but you place the burden of your identity onto them. That can crush some relationships under its weight, and lead to co-dependent merging in others...
Zariah Posted March 7, 2005 Report Posted March 7, 2005 I agree with P. If this poem is Literally what it reads as--that you seriously can not see something in yourself...then where will you be without that someone? Who were you before that someone? Could you ever be who you are with and without that someone?
Ayshela Posted March 8, 2005 Report Posted March 8, 2005 awwwwww, i was hoping for a Hopperwolf sighting.. i miss him immensely. i remember seeing this the first time around, speechless though it left me. i still have no real comment or answer, though i think perhaps the two lines which speak to so many of us here are these: What is it, That makes me unique, something to love.
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