No One Like Us (Poem)
Who really are we? Is a good but tough question.
Do we have a life based who we are, or in discretion?
Is there an approach for us to understand us better?
Releasing ourselves from self-restraints like fetters
There is definitely something beyond the public self
Charactetistics both for us and others are well-known
Everything about us clearly to public we have shown
Try hearing what others say; never be close-minded
Perception by others, we ourselves are unaware
Society see something but we don’t, sounds unfair?
Even how much we try, thus there’s always a loophole
Intriguigingly there is segment of us we keep hidden
Traits we withhold for life like truth that is forbidden
Presenting ourselves reasonably to be applaud
In this way some people result in standing in awed
Question of genuiness remains, or are we fraud?
Kept secret in time to others, even more to us alone
Keeping this unknown at minimum is a tough task
Revealing isn’t as simple as wearing off a face mask
Integral to what degree we differ in social interactions
Amassed through time, as such influences our behavior
Being self-aware thus we become our own saviour
Because without understanding ourselves we’re all in limbo,
Gradually we uncover those windows like dusty shelves
The goal is to make us remember to know better ourselves.
Starting with our friends, parents, sisters or brothers
Seems ourselves are complex, a mystery, or like a myth
Unique human beings we are, no one like us to start with.