Who Am I

Who am I?

Something that I've been frequently asking myself for a while.

Everyday, every minute and every second,

Feeling like being crushed beneath an unknown existence all the time.

Who am I?

Am I the cheerful teenager,

Chilling out with her friends,

Gossiping around, laughing loud,

Carefree and ambitious,

Savouring every moment passing by.

Who am I?

Am I the broken lover,

With nothing but a shattered soul to proffer,

Waiting for someone to come pick me up,

And bind me back together?

Who am I?

Am I the mysterious girl,

Who at times lapses into a different world,

Devoid of feelings and pain,

Staring into the dark, oblivious of the world?

Who am I?

Am I the wicked demon inside of me,

That materializes itself from time to time,

Transforming me into a ruthless beast,

Crawling outside of me,

Rendering me motionless during the darkest nights?

Who am I?

Am I the scared little psychopath,

Lurking around in the corner of her room,

Smashing her head and slashing her wrist,

Unknowingly weeping over a terrible past, mistook?

Who am I?

What's my true self?

Am I any one of them,

Or a messy amalgamation of all these psyches?

Who am I?

Am I really alive?

Or am I just an unconscious puppet, dancing around mechanically,

Regulated by a subconscious mind?