I grew—
And somewhere, in another universe,
my younger self would’ve never imagined.
I thought,
I looked,
I realised—
How do people change in such a way?
But who knows?
Maybe it was me who changed.
It doesn’t reflect the nature—
Narcissist,
Overly sweet,
Bold,
Mean.
So people wonder,
“How have you changed without becoming this?”
But I ask—
Maybe, maybe you’re the one who changed me so beautifully,
that it never needed a title to be.
I wake up every day with a hope:
“Something, something will change.”
And when the day ends at twelve,
I thank God for a good day—
Good never meant good for me;
It meant a lesson for my further life,
a reminder that I don’t have to worry again, breaking along with me.
We smile,
we laugh,
we cry,
we stare—
not with someone, but with myself.
Because, i believed in such a way,
Stars never shines without their soul.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
I grew—
And somewhere, in another universe,
my younger self would’ve never imagined.
I thought,
I looked,
I realised—
How do people change in such a way?
But who knows?
Maybe it was me who changed.
It doesn’t reflect the nature—
Narcissist,
Overly sweet,
Bold,
Mean.
So people wonder,
“How have you changed without becoming this?”
But I ask—
Maybe, maybe you’re the one who changed me so beautifully,
that it never needed a title to be.
I wake up every day with a hope:
“Something, something will change.”
And when the day ends at twelve,
I thank God for a good day—
Good never meant good for me;
It meant a lesson for my further life,
a reminder that I don’t have to worry again, breaking along with me.
We smile,
we laugh,
we cry,
we stare—
not with someone, but with myself.
Because, i believed in such a way,
Stars never shines without their soul.
Some changes don’t need a reason — they bloom quietly inside you.
This poem is a conversation between who I was, and who I’ve become.
Because even stars can’t shine without their soul. 💫
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