Islet of Reality

For someone who lives on edge,
On the edge of every little thing,
I was brave for a while.
For someone who repressed every emotion and thought,
I wasn’t in a hole for a bit.
For someone who is pessimist,
In every aspect of life,
I wasn’t that negative about it.
For someone who is afraid of love,
Being loved rather than loving,
I survived the unnatural feeling for a minute.
For someone who builds the walls high,
I let my guard down for a moment.
For someone who was a closed book,
I left the door ajar.
For someone who stopped feeling a thing,
I came out of my numbness for a second.
For I am that someone,
Now I’m back to where I was.
I no longer want to question,
Who is this someone I’m becoming.
I’m back to my islet of reality!