I sat at the middle of the room wondering,
While eyes are closed; my mind starts on ticking.
Thinking how my life has been all this time,
Until I was struck with the sudden question from my mind.
The one who carelessly laughs; is that who I am?
The one who looks so happy; I suddenly realize.
The one that looks like nothing's wrong; is that who I am?
Or I'm just great at hiding pains; I immediately realize.
The one who looks so strong outside; is that who I am?
The one who looks so strong like no one can make me cry?
The one who gives advices to those who need a hand,
But at the end, isn't it me who needs to be uncover from the sand.
The one who looks invulnerable; is that who I am?
The one who can take thousands of rock thrown over my head?
The one who won't refuse the arrows of judgment,
But already struggling at the ground after living in embarassment.
The one who look so clever; is that who I am?
The one who can answers questions leaving my world behind.
The one who looks so witty with an endless imaginations,
But find it hard to answers my own hard-bound decisions.
The one I am today; is that who really I am?
Or I'm just hiding the real me and force to play the game.
Will the real me be ever be free from darkness,
From the world outside that only brings emptiness.
