Narrative

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!!

Eternal Twilight