I am not what I seem
Gone are the days when I used to think this way
I am not what I appear
Gone are the days when I used to feel this way
Different I am from others
Gone are the days of pretending just to make life easy
Used to be proud of that hidden part of me
Just like the proud owner of a shilling
Days passed
Hiding myself from the crowd
Days burdened to years
Still in a safe house away from plain sight
Which I Visited
But lesser now
Burdened with building what I am not,
on the foundation of what I had or used to be
Little did I realise
It would break the little house
filled with things worth to witness
The house perished
Sooner I realised I am no longer what I cherished myself for
Lost myself to something I build to hide myself
Now I am what I seem
I am what I appear
Nothing different but the Crowd.
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