THe Real You

To discover a person,within you or without,takes the heart of oceans,to bear all the shocks,startles and doubts..Take courage,not to be ashamed of your goodness,needs experience,to uncover the way your thoughts dress..its hard trying to interrupt your suppressed desires,it hurts to acknowledge that you are one of them...liars.Its like someone is strangling u when you are making the decision,to let your walls down or not.it pains worse then the incision reasons fade and masks dilate,when the transparent u unaware,unwarned,innocent?ready for the crime to let all fears submerge..

Life seems meaningful when u crush every moment for delight,u become a better human when u unload the baggage and bite those frights,no longer scared of that person gawking at you curiously,suspiciously as if u r a stranger

Complexities wont mingle up to give you a simple,straight definition,you have picked up the pieces scattered and battered and perform integration.Not fun to poke through the wounded you demanding explanations,to steer through the layers shelling your true identification.There is no final conclusion,no net result,no end to this.You are left hanging with a glimpse,which just touches and vanishes deeper and deeper..You push yourself the more u try to gather yourself the more u lose yourself..

Admit it,the real you doesn't even exist,You are what u choose to be just a circumstantial myth.You live perfecting this art of weaving yourself around fate,HE never qualified you to the next level,you have alwez been the bait!!