Imperfect Being

I think,

I lost myself,

I don't know how,

I don't know where

Seems I can't find myself even after getting so much mature

Maybe I should leave the efforts

To put myself thinking,

That "I am the Happiest girl residing in this world, which is full of expectations of others".

I can't fulfill the expectation of others

By losing every single part of mine continuously

And

If I do, I will no longer be alive to feel the nature,

Where I find my inner peace by being

In the power of "IMMENSE SILENCE"

By this time I am getting little selfish,

As I am on the way of finding my own soul

To complete myself,

Rather than finding someone else's soul.

My silence is my power,

My inner strength that keeps me alive

To live each and every beautiful moment

By keeping myself calm.

I don't want to lose my silence.

I am not perfect,

I maybe not be perfect in future

I have scars too,

I have flaws in me,

But I love the way I am,

I love to be an imperfect being.