Am i myself? I'd rather say, not.
I am blend of people who have come into my life. I am a patchy cloak that covers me.
I am the stone that has been hit, hard sometimes to make the idol of what i am today.
The raw clay that has been carved by the hands that touched me.
I have been knead with water, passed through fire so that i could be strong to take the falls.
I am all the emotions, told and untold.
I am a broken vase, mended with gold.
I have chosen to pick the best i can. Nevertheless, i have picked the worst too.
I reflect the sweat and tears of my parents, the love of my family.
The laughter and the terror of this rollercoaster ride with my friends.
The path my teachers have thrown light upon.
I am the warm smile of strangers.
And when you talk to me, maybe i am a reflection of you.