Stuti Sareen
You didn’t express.
Why didn’t you?
Every time you did,
It led to more hurt.
Or no response.
You waited days.
Every morning you’d wake,
To no response.
In the wait for it,
You lost your originality.
Who are you?
What are you?
You do things for people.
You do things for things.
Do you do these things for yourself?
Who are you?
Do you want to be liked?
Do you want to be hated?
Is you formed by your fears?
Or your dreams?
Are your fears your dreams?
What are your dreams?
Do you see your dreams?
And your fears?
Why do you hesitate?
Why do you fight scenarios in the mirror?
What are you?
Who are you?
What made you, you?
Why are you scared of being you?
Are you your fears?
Are you fear?
What are you?
Why do you stop yourself from feeling pain?
‘Happiness’ has weakened you.
‘Happiness’ has made you dependent.
‘Happiness’ has blurred you.
Can you be defined by pain?
Is what you feel less real than what you don’t?
How can you feel what you don’t?
Maybe that would define you.
Maybe reality will define you.
What is reality?
Are you real?