Questions

by Reema on July 21, 2007

in My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

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Life is full questions and doubts; many of these questions are left unanswered. They are forever floating and drifting in our minds, whispering and asking. Questions that scars your brain from endless thinking. That drives you mad without harming your soul, that makes you wonder is it me or them. That makes you doubt if this world is real or an illusion. That makes you feel you are lost in the ruins of your mind. That blinds your sight when you see the truth staring back at you. That makes you search for the one thing you could never grasp. That makes your pain dance on a pleasurable tune echoing from the depths of your heart. That causes you to scream in a crowded room yet still you are not heard.

Questions…Who are you? I do not mean the name your parents gave you when you were born on this wounded earth. No, who are you really? Who is behind that fake mask? Can you answer? Do you have the courage? The honesty?

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chikapappi August 4, 2007 at 2:57 am

Yes, I feel like that… questions consuming my brain everyday many which I can’t answer…. As for who I am, I am me- creature of weakness, of many mistakes who chose to let go of the past & never look back… Sometimes I do wear a mask, to keep evilness away… I dunno… I can’t describe myself 😕

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MeeM August 12, 2007 at 5:12 am

I do extremely agree with you! most of the people cover their face with un removable masks.. until then you get shocked with their real personality!

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David December 17, 2007 at 3:53 am

I was recently married (for about a year and half) but know her (well thought I did anyway) for just over two years. I learnt the hard way that words are easy to say and can influence a person in many ways. After over two years I woke up as if from a bad dream or nightmare as I realised the life that I was living was not my own but belonged to the woman who I loved and still do in many ways (she has my 3 month old son). As I recounted every moment we spent together I started to see a pattern of my compromising my own happiness and eventually confused my own character and personality with someone that she was shaping me up to be. I am now seperated and am finally begininning to rediscover myself. at my own pace and peace without any influence.

Good question because I’ve been asking the same one to myself for the past two months and I’m enjoying finding out slowly but surely.

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