YOU-nique

Poetry is something I haven't written much of in the last few years, I wrote this piece today. It has no real style to it or anything, but all I can tihnk to call it is a poem. I hope it maybe stirs something up in someone.

What makes each of us who we are? What comprises our identity?
Is there anything that makes us unique, or are we all just pointless, faceless beings Is there a hope of anything in life, or do we just go about our day to day?
Just living however we can, do we go through life, half-hearted and jaded.
Slowly going numb each day, clinging to the remnants of our so-called, identity.
Forsaking every shred of our dignity, is that what we're meant to be?
Lifeless in a selfish society? Faceless, in an apathetic crowd?
Oh why must we live like this, or can we call it living?
Must I suffer, day after day, wondering the why's and the what's,
of an insufferable and meaningless existence.

Or

Lord help my unbelief, help me to cling to what is good and true,
and in so, cast out anonymity and idolatry.
Building a flawless identity and become a man of dignity,
integrity; boasting the power of your divinity.
Each one special in your heart, made to be a part
each one special in your eyes. Oh Lord, how great your love.
It is NOT hopeless, NOT meaningless, NOT without a purpose.
Destiny, and delivery, not sorrow and misery.
Thank you GOD, for what you did for me, what you do to me.
And though I do not deserve, you bled and died on calvary,
for how much you do love me, and for all man to see,
you are, Everlasting Majesty.