Who am I ?
Am I the one giggling aloud with you?
Or the one weighing myself every second, a morsel of food hits my tongue?
Am I the one jealous of every thin or popular woman out there?
Or the one who is a coward, trying hard to please everyone?
Am I the one learning to say no for things I don't approve of?
Or the one whose soul is screaming in disagreement inside but not even a whisper comes out?
Am I the one with so many dreams?
Or the one lost with no direction?
Who am I ?
Too many questions.
No answers.
Just instances of the extremities.
Being most honest now,
But still reeling under the fear of rejection
Of being an outcast
Of being out there...
Left alone in the cold.
Who am I ?
A brave soul?
Or a scared heart?
Who am I ?
1 comment:
Honestly, each moment changes us I think, so one moment you might be the former, and next the latter. But thought provoking poem, this.
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