Identity Crisis

I stare into the mirror,
Bright and Pearly white.
The dark coals seem to gaze back,
I know I lost the light.

Is this what I want to be?
I ask myself all the time.
Wondering what I am?
Whom am I trying to mime?

The person I am becoming,
Is trapped in a tight green vine.
I am tired of convincing myself,
That my life is a simple straight line.

My mind says something, my soul something else,
My whole entity, I always contradict.
Whom I can hurt, whom I can leave,
This is a question, only I can predict.

Unstable and alone, I shall walk ahead,
This choice that I make, plays with my head.
Every layer of my mind, I just want to fleece,
Hoping one day, my Identity finds peace.

-Tanvi.