Sometimes i'll think
Why am i being me?
Why didn't i be someone else?
Confusion strikes my mind
What if felt like being other person?
Does they have the same questions as mine?
Does this confusion get into their mind?
Or they just being fine?
Im asking myself why
Have you ever thought
What is the other thinking about?
What is in their mind?
Do they also wished to be like the other
Just like what i wished.
This poem is about what i felt.
