Who am I?

Have you ever wondered

Who are you? 

What is it that makes you.. you

What is it that you sense when you look at yourself in the mirror?
Is it the looks?

Is it the hair?

Is it the way you cover your misfortunes with make-up ?

Or is it your toned self?
I looked at myself carefully in the mirror

At first sight I felt horror

The eyes looked morose

The face looked wrinkled 

The body looked petite

And the hair looked brittle
Inner peace I called out

When I saw myself sold out

Was it always the exterior that inspired me to be me?

The more I questioned the more I let me free
Lying on the bed I gave it a thought

Challenged my brain and racked the lot

Why am I alive? What’s my purpose?

And many more questions followed unanswered
And ofcourse the devil had to wake up

Had to remind me if I was too old to give up

The devil is my best bud,he keeps me occupied

To make sure I don’t slip out of sight
I asked myself…who am I?

Just another girl in the crowd gone by

I realised it when the twinkle in my eye

Said to me – inner self is real rest all part thy

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