Are You

Are you the one who makes me feel like I can fly?

Like the world   is my oyster

Like life is an intricate tapestry, whose beauty is yet to be woven

A companion, who plants premixed dough of readymade inspiration into my mental oven

Or

Are you the one who makes me feel like I should cry?

The singular tyrant on a fist full of people who can cause me pain

Praising my skills and instincts, tell me to shut up do as I’m told, and abandoning me in pouring rain

Are you the picture of inner beauty or the maleficent inner demon, whose tool is rage and spite?

Instead of asking me what I meant, if you had it right?

Are you?

 

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