Who am I

It’s not just a question born in hovering moments of silence; it’s a shadow that follows me everywhere. Every action, every breath. Who am I? My mind and heart fight endlessly for the answer, yet the victor is always the same: my mind.

It wins by feeding me names I never chose for myself—a failed daughter, a useless friend, an unworthy sister, a talentless student. Over time, I’ve grown used to these words, to my mind’s victories. It’s easier to let it win, easier to surrender. I even cheer for it because I know what happens when I listen to my heart. Once in a while, I give my heart a chance. I let it whisper its tender dreams, let it remind me of sweet moments that once meant everything. But it always ends the same, disappointment. My heart turns traitor, crushing the memories it once protected, tearing away the happiness I dared to hold. It leaves me raw, with a thousand reasons why I should never trust it again. So, my mind wins. Every. Single. Time. Bitter truths are still truths, after all. And in their sharp edges, there’s a cruel comfort. But when I stand before someone, words caught on the edge of my lips, I wonder—Who am I to them? Just another face in the crowd? A passing presence, here and gone? Or do they see the tears I hide beneath my eyes, the questions I carry like weights on my shoulders? Maybe I’m nothing more than an echo of someone they’ll forget. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m something more, even if I’ll never know.

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  1. GGFebruary 2, 2025 at 12:06 PM

    Fuck bro this was so deep, lol.

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  2. AnonymousMay 23, 2025 at 8:03 AM

    Trust me you're something lot more, quite literally.

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    1. ChikuuMay 24, 2025 at 12:15 AM

      Nah, cause sometimes, i am just a side character even in my story

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