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There are a lot of times , not some,
When I ask myself, “what have I become?”
What mould , was I put into?
Which path did I go through?
How come I land here?
How come nothing seems clear?

This was not a part of what I had imagined.
I don’t have a clue what happened,
But this was never the part of my plan,
I’ve started doubting the way I began.
This time I thought, I made the right time , but I was wrong,
I myself have become my least favourite song.
There was nothing to like about me,
I came to be flawless;
But now , I’m filled with flaws everyone can see.
I was prepared for the hardships, but to become something else,
Just so , those icy hard , stone cold heart melts,
But I don’t know what part did I ignore,
And now I have frozen them even more.
I came to become the ideal of those who mean the most to me,
But now if you find its opposite, you’ll always find me.
I don’t know , how and when it started to choke me down,
I wanted to be the reason of smile but became the reason of frown.

How did I create such a mess?
How did I become a reason of stress?
Why am I not able to express?
Why do I always feel compressed?
I thought I could fight it and overcome,
But God knows; what have I become?

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