On the step of every natural rhythm. I am striving to maintain my identity after it was gone somewhere, only to discover that it never was existed. Making me feel weaker since that is not who I am.Everyone is blaming me for being myself. I have no intention of exacting revenge or forcing people to understand me. I am a woman, a man, a devotee, a homosexual, a child, a sister, a prostitute, a mother, a father, a brother, and so on.
My head seeks slumber, but my heart does not. I want to explore me because I am not excellent or terrible. I am me, caught in the midst of my own street. -------------------------------------------------------------
Thinking about discovering who I am and why I exist. I made every effort to discover my inner self. I sought for me with either minimal or utmost effort. Every second, the courage inside of me dies, yet I believe in myself and my institution. I am essentially a human being with a goal who sacrifices my own feelings for the sake of others. I never consider myself first; instead, I always consider us for them. Even though I can not cry, tears are welling up in my eyes.I have the strength to manage myself.
Everything else is so unlike me.Whatever the scenario is, I will face it. I am certain about who I am today, but am I that which I am thinking about?That glimmer of light is inspiring me.So,confused logic it is for me albeit I am still trynna find me. No longer do I care about people.
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