My father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, a friend to many, a neighbour to some, Is that what I am? Little more than one can see, I am simply me. The thought I smile to, something that I love to do, the words I write, the battles I fight, the dreams I see, Is that what makes me? I seek, I search, I try. The question is who am I?
I am the one, fulfilled with the passionate eyes, Thinking and planning hard to make my future bright. I am the one, who don’t care about my present and past And just think about my tomorrow’s task. I am two
I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt