Who Am I?

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Who am I?

Living in a world where many ask these questions,

Yet few are likely to admit it

 

We act like we know who we are,

Yet we are frequently trying to acquire characteristics

… that are ‘accepted’ in today’s world

 

We want to look normal,

We want to fit in,

We are not allowed to be weird, antisocial or anything ‘bad’

 

We describe ourselves by who people want us to be,

By the qualities society expect us to have,

Not by what we really are

 

So before the interviews,

We have to Google about what we will answer

… when we are asked who we are

 

When meeting new people,

We have already trained,

On making a good first impression

 

When looking for a criminal,

We always looked shocked,

Because the people they lived with

… knew them as ‘kind’, ‘loving’,

And many other acceptable qualities

 

We describe ourselves,

In a way that makes us look better,

Than the other person,

 

What happened to being unique,

To valuing who we are,

We are living in a world,

Where people are struggling so much to stand out,

That they end up being the same

Bad Week

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One of those weeks,

Where everything seems to go wrong,

And you hope for better days

 

One of those weeks,

Where your reputation goes down the drain,

And a dark cloud seems to follow you everywhere

 

One of those weeks,

Where you expect the worst,

And an hour feels like a month

 

One of those weeks,

That you feel so weak,

The strength you need vanishes

 

One of those weeks,

That you will end up conquering,

That you shouldn’t let hinder you,

A week that is a curtain-raiser for the best of years to come 🙂

 

One of those weeks,

That make you look at life positively,

Because despite being the worst,

It had some of your best experiences

Believe

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Trust yourself,

 

No one has to cry you a river,

To show that they love you

 

You don’t have to steal from others,

To be successful

 

You don’t have to hurt others,

To feel better about yourself

 

You don’t have to try to be someone else,

For the attention

 

All it takes is believing in yourself,

And it will somehow work out

Scared

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Scared,

Of the world

 

Scared,

Of herself

 

Hiding,

She doesn’t want people to know

… who ‘she really is’

 

Lying,

Because she believes,

She has to protect herself

 

Then she meets people,

Who really care,

And the fear fades,

And feels like she’s at peace

 

 

 

Changed

She changes,

For herself,

Not because everyone wanted her to

 

He changed,

Because he was hurt,

When he least expected to

 

She changed,

Because she got tired,

Of who she was

 

He changed,

Because he did not want to fight any more,

It was time to fit in

 

She changed,

Because she loved him,

And she didn’t want him to leave

 

He changed,

Because he was emotionally wounded,

And it was inevitable

 

We all change,

Because its part of life

Not Just Perfect but the Best

She comes home angry,

Complains all night,

But they still love her

 

He is often quiet,

Doesn’t talk a lot,

But they still love him

 

She is always complaining,

Often pointing out on negatives,

But they still love her

 

He is addicted to drugs,

Goes to extremes a lot of times,

But they still love him

 

She is often treated bad,

But they choose to respect her,

And they’ll always love her

 

He’s always home at 5,

They’ve been running for his hug for years,

Because they love him

 

Its because they are parents,

The love a family member has for them,

Whether they act in a bad or good way,

Is not just perfect

… but the best form of love that will ever exist

Smile

A smile,
That’s what has been on my face,
Ever since I met you

Love,
That’s what I’ve felt,
Ever since I met you

Happiness,
That has been my mood,
Ever since I met you

Peace,
That has been my state,
Ever since I met you

Tears of joy,
That is what has come from my eyes,
Ever since I met you

A friend , a protector, a guardian and a lover,
That is the person I met,
That made me complete