Eternal Twilight

What makes me? 
Is it the thoughts I bury;
	Or the words I sow.
Is it the plans I dream;
	Or the paths I go.
The truth I hide;
	Or the depths exposed.
Maybe, the evil I am;
	Or the restrain I show.
Could be, the goodness I grow;
	Or the pain it tolls.

Now, what is true?
The rage I feel;
	Or the smile I show.
Boundaries I draw;
	Or approvals I sold.
The soft inside;
	Or the walls of stone
The careful kid;
	Or the grown outfit.
Is it unfair world?
	Or do I crave for more?

So, what defines me?
The one I hide;
	Or the ones I show.
The one I think;
	Or the ones you see.
It’s not that easy
	as it was always told.
Maybe nothing is…
	And will never be…
‘Cause nothing is black
	Neither a simple white.
It’s always…
               Yet another…
                                 Shade of grey!!