Stranger to My Own Self
written by: Sidrah Kazi
You know i have tried multiple times to define myself but never could,
I think who i am i have never understood,
Have i always just been a puppet to please the crowd,
Or have done something to make myself proud,
Is not like that i have never enjoyed my life,
But for some reason with my innerself i had always strife,
All i have ever done is to gaslight myself,
According to me, denying could really help,
I feel like a kid sitting in a room with no light,
Thinking blurring out the fact will make it easier to fight,
Today, while standing in front of the mirror looking for the real me,
But beneath that mask i wasn’t able to see,
I don’t even know who i am, it’s what i felt,
Maybe i am just a stranger to my ownself…
A passionate writer and thinker, I explore the depths of human emotion and the search for identity through poetry and prose. My work reflects on life's complexities, both seen and unseen.
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