🌊 SILK 🌊




I want to know who I am,
looking to the mirror wondering who I really see.
Is it something? Is it someone? or a figure staring back?
It's me, or is it me?
A reflection of my perception tricking me,
I am like a creep staring to a piece of glass
but some don't know it's trillion of atoms who make us, and me.

We gotta learn a lot before we move one.
We are uneducated and we don't know how to behave.
We gotta learn about love before we talk
We are uneducated and we don't know how to show love.
There is not love about ourselves; and we trying to learn from all the magazines 
but I can't fit cause it's me.

Perhaps because I am weak after the year of 2015
it's been depressing and suffering.
I can't fight away, I can't sleep, I can't think, so,
I will drink and get numb to my bed while I laugh cause I am unloved.

I feel like I can't time any more; but truth is that I can't put everything to the right place,
it annoys me;
Then I think how we worry about leaning how to be controlled 
while society teaches us who to be and why to be like this.
So don't freak out about the things you think cause it's us, it's me and you.
No perception of reflection cause we see what we want to see.

One mind and one heart to stand all that terror that's being created by mind,
The anger we have, we lock it inside and start a blazing fire and somehow we like to be sad
cause we can't learn how to cease this fire, so we think badly about us.

But, no one told me how to be me,
No one learnt me how to think positively,
No one learnt me how to think like this.
I want to know who I am,
looking to the mirror wondering who I really see.
It's me.
I am silk or is it silk who looks like me?
A reflection of my perception tricking me,
I am like a creep staring to a piece of glass

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