Me
I have been asked,
of who I was...
a universe of questions,
barraging one after another,
skeptical to my life,
and my emotions in smother.
unveiling myself, I answer the world,
I am me,
not what you want me to be,
my life not what the society see.
I exist, with not me, I disagree,
the world; a trap,
and me, an escapee.
I am me,
who I was meant to be.
©Kendra Pokhrel