Who Am I ?

By Aahana Bakshi

FROM THIS CROWD I HIDE MY VOID,

WITHIN ME THIS HIDDEN TURMOIL.

TURMOIL OF QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWARED.

QUESTIONS THE WORLD AVOIDS.

WHO AM I ?

WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME,

IS IT TO BE ANSWERED BY YOU,

OR THE ANSWER IS WITHIN ME.

THE QUESTION ISN’T WHETHER GOOD OR BAD,

I DON’T CARE WHETHER THE ENDING IS HAPPY OR SAD.

WHO AM I WHEN I’M WALKING ON ROADS.

DO THEY SEE AS SMART OR BOLD

OR AM I SEEN AS UGLY AND COLD

WHO AM I WHEN I SIT ON MY DESK,

AM I A GOOD STUDENT ,

OR I’M JUST LIKE THE REST.

WHO AM I WHEN I’M NEXT TO A GUY.

DO YOU SEE ME AS A WHORE ,

OR IS THERE SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN YOUR EYES.

WHO AM I IN THIS CROWD.

DO I BELONG, OR I’M JUST AROUND.

UNAWARE OF MY PURPOSE,

AND THE POWER I CARRY.

I WANNA KNOW , I DON’T KNOW WHY?

NOW MY HAND ON MY CHEST,

I ASK,

WHO AM I???

By Aahana Bakshi