Every time i reflect on myself, I feel like i'm someone else... I know I stay true to my inner being, but I'm always compelled to be a better me. I keep asking myself.. Is this a facade or an impression Am I even me? Am I all that one's meant to be? Or am I blind to what others see? Well, i don't actually care what others see I create and tend to live my life in my own unique way Being spontaneous,that element of mystery always there.. Maintaining a "positive image", it will inevitably break.. Despite the distance, i think you and i will be fine In a world created inside our minds, Blissful and unique.
This poem is about self-discovery and not flinching to the hate around you...stick to your opinions and let you discover you...