The face I once knew is lost in layers,
Of masks I wear to blend and hide,
Hollow eyes search for traces of familiarity,
Only to find the ghosts of who I used to be.
Thrown in deep waters, I sink in deeper,
Caught in currents of fate's cruel games,
To sink or to swim, I am struggling,
Gasping for air, my voice is muffling.
I morph and mold to fit their mold,
I don't fit in my own skin anymore.
A chameleon in a world of vibrant hues,
A fragile shell of shattered truths.
I long to break free from this self imposed prison,
To shed these shackles and forgive my treasons,
But the walls close in, this air is poisoned,
My fatal flaws will keep me bounded.
Am I meant to be another face in the crowd,
To fade into oblivion, lost and never found.
Another flame extinguished by this whirlwind,
Or will I break free from this cycle of self- doubt?
I am adrift in a sea of uncertainty,
A ship without a compass, all I need is a signal,
And though I desperately search for a shore,
I fear I may never
find
my
way
home.
-Rajvi
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A/N -
The feelings of self doubt, my purpose and place in this world, that I am not meant for a mediocre life has always nagged me. and yet I can't— I don't do anything to change it, this is my state of inertia that I can't get out of. I do not know how do I get rid of this feeling of not being good enough, of not using my full potential.
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