Am I?

Am I allowing all that matters -
To slip through fingers like sand?
Or does it really not matter -
If it is gone?

Am I seeing what is not -
And not seeing what is?

Speaking things I don't mean
And holding back what I mean?

Am I becoming someone I am not
Or am I not what I thought I was?

Is this the change that is inevitable
Or can I change back to how I used to be?

Should I be how I used to be -
Or welcome the new person I have come to be?

Am I losing myself at the hands of someone -
Who pretends to be me?

I am really this person -
Or was I really the person I was?

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Books by Arti Honrao

Depression is REAL

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