Pieces of Myself: Vent
Do I know myself? Who am I?
Should I ask philosophers why they kept on calling me out to my lie?
Should I ask the philosophers why I laugh and cry?
Who am I? Is ‘Me’ better than ‘I’? What is me without an I?
All I know I’m just me who is a she and a her to others but who am I?
I will stop rhyming.
I can’t even be consistently good in real life. How am I supposed to keep this
up?
Up.
That’s what I want to reach.
Up to where I can see my true identity.
Who am I?
Am I me because of my tradition and culture?
I should’ve known sooner those viewers and influencers doesn’t mold me but
it’s the society I live in.
I don’t know if the future ensures a sculptured self if the vulture of the past
keeps dining into my almost dead present.
Who am I?
What is true? What is fake?
I fake the truth that I’m not in reality, and this reality simply degrades me
with what’s true.
Western thought is what I believed in.
I have no luck nor fortune to be on the position to have high hopes with the
realization of unconditioned body and mind. Opposition of the recognition I
garnered from them.
Who am?
I do know my physical self.
or do I?
I act the way I want to be seen but I always see myself through my myopic
sense of self-actualization.
My gender doesn’t reflect the norms and tradition of being a ‘woman’.
Woman that are viewed by men.
And to that, I know myself a bit more now.
I know I’m deprived of the things I want and kept wanting the things i can’t
have just tears my desire to have those.
I connect with others more than myself. How could I possibly know who is
‘me’ and ‘I’ if neither were actually seen?
or is it just me?
It’s me.
I’m the one who’s pushing myself to fall through the pits of hell I never
wished to be in.
Burning from failed expectations and wanting to be enough.
Enough.
what is enough when change is constant and enough might change to a vast
of high standards.
Now, I know.
Me and I are just feelings.
To know how it feels and the feeling itself.
I am not a feeling.
I am just a human.
I want to rest.
I want myself want to rest.
Me and I are a part of my own self,
I shouldn’t have compared me to them when I am myself.
Explanation to my literary piece:
It was conveyed there the lesson contec
