Someone randomly asked me;

"Who are you?"

I just paused for a moment and my mouth voluntarily said these words.

Who am l?

Well, I am but a small piece or fragment of a broken glass that no one dares to touch.

I am, but a missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle that no one cares to find but then leave the game undone.

I am, but a single eagle in a wide space of loneliness, where other says "I am an independent one and
then I can stand alone" even if at some points I can't,

I am, but a door that no one tries to hold my hand and open up my hidden possibilities.

I am, but a star in a twinkling stellars that no one dares to see how I shine.

I am, but a blank piece of paper which no one dares to trust me for writing down their moments and
secrets and yet I found myself stepping them on dirty grounds.

I am, but a creepy melancholy song that no one dares to hear my thoughts, stories, and grievances.

I am, but an old vintage picture that you cropted and replace a new face.

I am, but a handkerchief that always wanted to wipe their tears and yet, they just used me to clean the
dust of their shoes.

I am, but a single flight with no passenger tends to go with me.

I am, but a hole of sincerity and all of you are trying to avoid me that way.

I am, who knows how to make other people be happy but having amnesia of my own happiness.

I am, who always making proses and poems just to lighten up their burdens and yet, I am watching
myself alone and depressed while writing down those words.

I am, who appreciate those little things they might have done but what I received was tirelessly fool
praises and rumors.

I am, but a shadow of pain that never leaves me.

I am, but having a lively body and feels like a deadly roaming soul.

I am, but existing in this cruel world that no one can appreciate my phase, my existence, my blemishes,
and stains.

Yes, I am and I am.

Now if you're asking who am I.

Well, I guarantee you.

I AM YOU.