By Ananya Bansal
Why am I like this?
I seem to ask myself, not knowing
What exactly am I like
Drifting like an aimless kite
Being pushed away by birds
Cursed at by the vehicle in front of which I appear
Loved by the kids as long as I cater
To their amusement
But in the end, I am cast aside
A missing piece of the puzzle, I sure am
But a piece which isn’t cared enough to search for
Perks of being a people pleaser-
You are liked by everyone
But in the whirlwind of your many personalities
You lose yourself
No one knows what I contain inside
For I myself don’t know
Who I really am
Am I whimsical or have an
approach that is practical
By Ananya Bansal
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