It's always about you
What you did
Where you grew up
What you feel
What you think
whereas
My life is like dried up ink
Faded
Scribblings
On a page of
a discarded book
How much courage
And effort it took
To sever this umbilical cord
Of my own accord
And see myself
As a whole individual
An entity within myself
I am surprised
I feel
I think
I can opine
Things unseen
Now shine out to me
In splendour
Confident
Head held high
I have found myself
I dwell not
In the background
Like a long forgotten
Cobweb in the corners
Of your house
I am now
The pillar on which your
Crumbling
Ego rests
At last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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