Ego
Black hair, brown skin,
Going through life without a care.
Introverted, extroverted,
Defined by my friends (and enemies).
Kind-hearted, quiet,
I am my actions.
Intelligent, sharp-witted,
I aim to please.
What I am is a mixture of memories
Of me and not me.
This might not be me in the future,
For who knows what will happen?
But for now this is me,
And that is Sunjay Koshy.
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