I was never in good terms
with myself
Since I hit puberty
Why?
I had no answer to it.

But during my early childhood
I loved being with me.
Then what happened to that 'me'?

Somewhere lost..

Why?

Again I had no answers to it!

But I only know
That I went out in the midst
of harsh reality
In search of comfort & security
But hard luck!
I searched in wrong places
Only to find myself wounded
Again and again.

Until now, I was in denial that I exist
But now I am seeking for myself again
Trying to find that
comfort from within
And not outside.
Figuring out to be in better terms
With my own self.

Finally,

I am mildly in love with myself
With my silence all over again.