Being at my worst
At everything I do
The feeling of compunction
Consumes me through
I don't get to know who I am,
What I hate and what I wanna do
Getting to know myself?
Would be a dream come true
It hurts to know
That Iam no gem
People be judging
I would fain forget them
Scintillating they are
Then there is futile me
With no adulation
As far as u can see
Mom didn't raise a quitter
But no winner either
As for in this phase
Having no dreams to chase
I still can't recognize myself,
Most of these days.
I don't know me
Though No one knows...
Who am I Exactly?
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