I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now…


She smiled like her mother; She fought like her father; But when she cried, But when she cared, She resembled neither That was her.


When we realize And don’t act We are alive But dead, infact.


“Give me back my face!” Cried my disguise.