DECISION RESTS WITH YOU

Am I truly great?

Or is just me who believes this

Am I truly a loser?

Or is just they who think so

Is my existence truly justified?

Or is just me who feels so

Is my existence a waste of life?

Or is just they who feel so

Are my dreams truly mine?

Or is it just me who sees the mirage

Are my inner demons truly there?

Or are my inner demons projections of their fears

Are all the moments in my life truly worth celebrating?

Or is just me who feels like opening a bottle of champagne every night

Are all the photographs truly worth being deleted?

Or is it just the silent tears which provoke

When I bleed, will they donate blood?

When I will die, will they cry?

To be ‘me’, is to make them my enemy

To be ‘them’, is an injustice to my soul

The fight between me and them would never end

The decision rests with me,

Either I look in the mirror and smile for myself

Or I bow to them and lose my smile forever