I need eyes that can see
Every single thing that resides within me.A reflection in the dirty puddle on street
Still doesn't show the entire filth.
No, not even half of it.What if I leave my body and then examine
All that remains behind.
With a certainty, I can tell that
I won't be pleased at all with what I find.But atleast I will find. Answers.
Who am I ? What am I made of ?And even so if I were to guess
What I may see, it will look like this,
YOU ARE READING
Handwritten
Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...