Who Am I Really?Aarzoo Jalali | 2nd February, 2018 Back to Blog
I am anonymous;
Names have no meaning to me.
I wish to see what’s really inside,
For that’s the real identity.
When I truly look at myself,
May be I’m not a nobody.
I see a child high on swings,
So young and light and free.
And yet she is still swinging higher,
To be above her troubles may be.
I see a girl ready to fly,
But something makes her see.
That she isn’t all she thought,
She was supposed to be.
I see an adult making choices,
Confident ready to believe.
That she embraces her freedom,
But with it comes responsibility.
I am anonymous, but who am I really?
When I look inside, I find I am all three.
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