whoami #

sometimes, i feel there’s someone nearby
not someone bad, but someone dear
a quiet presence, always watching
not with judgment, but with gentle care

i think they know my thoughts
and so i try,
i try to act better,
to be someone worth their gaze.
i keep hoping they’ll approve
of this version of me i present.

years slip by, unnoticed
and still i wonder,
“who am i?”
who was i before i started this act?

is this me?
or am i just wearing a mask,
hiding the truth,
burying the original so deep
that it’s impossible to reach?

i sit here, alone with my thoughts,
wondering if i’ll ever be free
from this charade.
will i ever be whole,
find the person beneath it all
and feel something like peace?

but when the night comes
and the quiet grows heavy
my doubts, my fears, they settle in
i wonder if i’ll ever see
the person i was supposed to be