I miss being me !

In the world so big that it can’t fit in my hand,

I fear if I’ll ever be me,

I will be crushed and walked over,

And to this moment I will just be a spectator.

This is the reason,

I am over confident and shrude,

And in this process I sometimes realize,

I miss being me!

Should I be like this or change?

To my original self?

Give away my defense as charity,

And let people walk over me?

My attitude protects me,

From the people who want to harm me,

But I am so not what I project to be,

I am so not me!

I miss being me!