have you ever just wondered if you are your own person? its like all your interests are borrowed from someone else, all your habits someone elses' and every thing that you do is because of someone. 'oh you started poetry after seeing mine', 'oh you started reading books after seeing me read', and so on. its like nothing that you do is because you genuinely enjoy doing it.
i can never say i started writing poems because i finally found the words to express my emotions, because YOU started it first, so of course, im on following YOUR example and now im writing. i can never say i do something because i genuinely enjoy it because SOMEONE started or did it before me, and now im just like that SOMEONE. however, i admit, when i was little, i wanted to do everything like my sister or my favourite relatives so that maybe, just maybe we could have something in common. to be included was the thing i used to crave for. but now, now that im growing up, all my interests are theirs, and i get told that im just like them. i was happy at first until one day my aunt asks , 'hey we always say that she's similar to someone, what is something that is unique about her? something only she does.' and it just felt like i was standing in a room, and suddenly the entire building started to collapse. everything that i believed in started to collapse all around me and i stood there, all alone. all i could ask myself silently was......'who am i?'
