Beautiful You Are

Dear World,

I have been known by many names. Sometimes "Chubby-cheeks" and sometimes "loony weirdo" and sometimes a "freak". I have been slapped hard on my appearance, upon my skin-tone, my attire and everything which was different from this world. Each time I had my hopes up, I was thwarted by those many people who meant the world to me. I was lost, helpless finding a soul to vent. I found no one.

I was living in a deep void!

Until I realized something

The power vested within me.

The power where no one could touch me, where no one would hurt me.

That's when I decided to use the power – the mask created by me.

Mask of the devil, goodness, perfection of everything, the mask of utmost potential.

Don't we all love it? Wearing it on our face, clasp it so tightly by the bolts of our own denial, resolute and our own stubbornness. When the time comes, we forget who we truly are. We forget our real self.

But nature itself never forgets. Nature reveals us ourselves during our vulnerable times. We meet them when we are naked, lonely when no one is looking around. No one can hurt us, it's so convenient for us to remove that very mask we have clung to all the time.

We then embrace our real face, touching upon our soft cheek as we remove our mask. Our fingers can feel the smooth and silky yet scarred skin, but we start loving our true face which we had kept hidden upon for such a long time.

Why did we do that? Why hide us all this time? The inner voice speaks at last.

Just when we are getting comfortable with the real us, we shift us back, picking up the mask lying beside us. We pick it up and clap it tightly onto our face, smiling deeply that no one would remove it.

I have done the same, followed the same pattern as the rest of the world,

Until Today.

Something changed in me.

Reality hit me really hard.

I couldn't recognize myself anymore

I couldn't feel myself anymore

I was lost, deep into the abyss where I was not me but someone else

Surrounded by the imagery of people.

People who were claiming to be me, trying hard to enter inside me.

I struggled, battled and fought them all

Freeing myself from the alien identities.

Till the time they were gone,

I was tired, drained and fatigued banishing

Those very people who were once a part of me

But now,

I was happy, content and pleased with my real self

I had fought hard to get my real identity

My real face, my ultimate soul

I knew the battle I fought was worth it.

For I had earned my vision

My own entity.