" who even am I ?" It ask
"Should I be sweet?"
"Angry?"
"Jealous.....
Should I be kind ?"
"A bad person perhaps?"
"How even do I smile ?"
"If I do this would it end up causing someone else to cry?"
"Die?".........
It looks in the mirror the foreign face it sees in the mirror looked familiar but strange.
"Who even am I in this strange tormented place ?"
In its skin it feels uncomfortable and weird.
Like it's a wondering soul who just wants to get out of this human domain....
Inside it's body...
There's an emptiness that remains.
Its soul felt like it is trap.
It wanna be set free
That's one thing it won't ever forgot.
To feel...
So it can be
who it really wants to be
A nobody..
"Who even is me ?" It confusingly question its self for the billionth time
"It looks at itself try it's best to crack a smile
Looking at itself feeling like it's worth less than a dine.
How little it feel in this lifetime.
"I'm force to settle with this skin, bone and flesh
Since it's a fundamental asset to survive in the world of the living soul. To survive in this lifetime even if it's one last time" it mutters
A renewed mind
A Rewnewed personality
A renewed Character
It must Create.
It must be reset.
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Poems From The Soul. POEMS FOR THE SOUL
PoetryHii readers!! Thank you for clicking on this book. Also if you do decide to read millions of thanks and I pray God bless your hearts. In this written piece are collection of poems that I wrote. Every poem in this written work originally came from m...
