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?"...
