Who I am?
Why I’m distinct? Is it a sin to be a dissimilarity among others?
Why I’m able to sense the depth of a painful ocean in a fraction of a second,
Why I fear of disclosing my secrets and stories,
Why I feel so much of a pain,
Why I always wish to bring smiles to others, even when I’m traumatized,
Why I need beauty to feed my soul every fucking time?
Why the hell has always been my second home?
Why darkness owns me?
Why I have to make myself feel okay, even when I’m not? Why?

She questioned this to herself every fucking night, and one day her heart whispered very silently ‘ You’re different darling, chill ‘ Everyone can’t handle the fierceness, the rage and of course you.