Twisted in a room of borrowed identity,
I asked myself-
Who am I?
Boisterous yelling out and silence all delved in,
" I am whoever that someone's eyes decide."
Twisted between the enigmatic lies,
I greet myself everyday-
Once as 'Me', and once as 'You',
and neither one really felt true.
Twisted again in the vague of hopes,
Asked myself- "which version of me did I reveal?"
The one that laughs, the one that cares,
The one that turns pebbles upside down,
Or, the one that disappears there after?
Twisted and more twisted, I finally realised,
I don't actually exist unless someone is actually looking
I am in a crowd of borrowed identity,
Since the name's neither mine nor yours.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
Twisted in a room of borrowed identity,
I asked myself-
Who am I?
Boisterous yelling out and silence all delved in,
" I am whoever that someone's eyes decide."
Twisted between the enigmatic lies,
I greet myself everyday-
Once as 'Me', and once as 'You',
and neither one really felt true.
Twisted again in the vague of hopes,
Asked myself- "which version of me did I reveal?"
The one that laughs, the one that cares,
The one that turns pebbles upside down,
Or, the one that disappears there after?
Twisted and more twisted, I finally realised,
I don't actually exist unless someone is actually looking
I am in a crowd of borrowed identity,
Since the name's neither mine nor yours.
#self love # everyday thoughts