Who am I?
I am a kind of girl you would rarely like to meet, trust me if i let you show the real me, I am completely pessimistic and insecure in life. I don't find reasons to smile all the time, hang out with people and talk to them for the sake of limelight.
But i cannot live even alone, so I sneak out every now and then, walking on a tight rope. Presenting myself before you as a beauty of order when my not so divine mind calls for disorder. I am not a good daughter, not a good sister and neither a good friend, if you find me doing anyone of these things in a good manner, trust me it has something to do with me then. Briefly, I am selfish.
Then people ask you write so well, your poems, your ideas from where do they bell?? Let me tell you, it all comes out from the deepest corners of my mind which is as bad as hell. All and everything I write by adding a pinch of rhyme, is something i am timid to speak out in real life. I exercise to get thin, I don't apply makeup that's true but i leave no chance to get myself clear and shin. I love grooming and dressing, and at the same time tired of these addressings. I may be strong for the world, but my hands shake and feet tremble even before I make a pose. Before getting into any work, I look at it in despair, feel burdened and want to get things easily repaired. My life is beautiful though, I have lived a very happy life, if you find me in trouble it's because my perceptions are soaring high, in the wrong direction,which you may find. I have crushes long last, present and unsaid. I always think "who will waste time with a psycho like me?" and then i frown "i don't need them, I am all set".I hide my weaknesses behind the silence and the sweat and sometimes I sing aloud so that others can hear me at their best. I am indecipherable in many ways, and" who am I" always lie as a question to me at which i need yet another attempt to make.