Who am I really? What is my true identity? <br />Had god blended my character in right proportion while creating me? <br />Or had the characters been forged in the mould of the world? <br />A set of masks suiting each show <br />My true face seems missing amidst these camouflages <br />A chameleon changing colour to fit with the milieu <br />Is it for fear or for the survival? <br />Is the true self a victim of destiny? <br />And do i need these sheathes for the endurance? <br />Is the true self getting warmth from the shielding swathes? <br />And though safeguarded outside, am I dwindling inside? <br />As time proceeds, would my true identity also become a faked mask? <br />Muddled up with these personalities, where has my true identity gone?<br /><br />Kavitha Krishnamurthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-identity/
