I am losing my sense of identity.
My direction has curved the proximity of my feelings.

You gradually eroded into my brain,
creating a temple of unnecessary thoughts
that corrupted my mind.

As I try to clean and perfect my mind,
I suddenly realised-
perfection is just an imagery concept,
made from society’s beliefs
to justify unrealistic expectations.

I sit and wonder at my window:
Would the simplicity of my silence
remove the arrow you bury
so deeply in your heart?