Who are you?

He, you, I don’t know you what you are

Probably you don’t recognize yourself either

You want to dance but you never bother to learn a step

You want to find a love but you are engrossed with a mere woman’s body

You feel something but you express the exact opposite

You are not the one what the world sees, you are so different 

I mean, who are you evidently?

The one with parents,

Or the one with your friends?

Or my friends?

Or with me?

It feels like a bunch of oddness in a character is placed upon you 

You are calm in nature but you prefer living loud 

You hate everything but you are captivated by possessions around you

You kiss a girl but you don’t love her

You flirt with a girl but you verily don’t find her praiseworthy 

You want to let things go but why do you keep holding on it

Do you really know the meanings of words in your texts?

You can love a person but still let her go?  

You hate rejections but you still get infatuated to place that serves to break heart

Hey,

Who are you really?