A Little Confession

I tried to be like you. You, in the 

Sense, the whole of you. 

I cried as you wished.

I dreamt as you wished

I moulded me as you wished.

All of you have rolled over all of 'you's 

On me. 

I carried that humungous weight of Life.

I painted my breath in your colour.

I like the world as you liked.

All of your likings somewhere questioned my 

Tired countenance. 

"Are you happy?" 

My face got swelled out of laughter.

It replied, "where am 'I' here?"

A dizzy wind, tangled with the Fragrance of death

Approaches me every night. I touch it. 

It comes from far away from where all of 'Me's

Are puking their Last feelings.

In that swollen, dirty smell I find me.

Where am I here? 

This clay is your choice!!

But maybe the soul belongs to Me. 

I spread my little arms to grab all of You.

But you didn't come!

I cried I Laughed, I wished to reborn again 

And again. 

Maybe now I am. 

Yes, now I am.

I am me, where no 'yous' can bite a single dead dream of Mine.

'Cause those ghosts are me.

I am me.

I am me. 

I, me.

I.