My Identity
Nattering about the identity
Makes me feel guilty
About all those years I spent
Making everyone happy
Lost somewhere, still searching for myself
I am somewhere lost in this 9 to 5 job
And had no chance left
Than to just sob
Want to become a Poet, a Singer
Trying hard to do what I am Capable
Just somewhere knowing the truth and making myself Extraditable
Its completely unfair with my eyes
As I couldn't make them to stop cry
Just because I can't justify
Doesn't proof my existence
As a consequence of someone who can't just recognise my identity
All of their blanish compliment
Can't just vanish my identity
Instead they lead me to the
Town of accomplishments
This is how I found myself in the mirror
Unhiding the identity and revealing the secrets
That I used to keep it
Becoming a conspirer
Copyright © Simran Malhotra | Year Posted 2020
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