The Real Me Poem by Vikas Sharma

The waters are rough in the sea of my mind
On the surface of it I am calm, the solemn kind
At times, deep inside waters are still and calmly
While I am riding high on waves of ecstasy

Why does my outer being defy the inner?
Why I am not inside what actually I appear?
Oh! How could I contradict myself?
And be not me my truer self

When I am disturbed inside, problems I foresee
Worries of unknown and uncertain future clinging me
Fears break the shell covering me,
Exposing the weak and meek me

When the inside of me is free of turmoil, like a child do I play
Worrying not what tomorrow may bring, nothing stops my way
So does the calmness inside embalms me
Bringing to fore the happy and carefree me

Calm inside rough outside, troubled inner somber outer I carry
Do not mistake me from my outer self, look inside on the contrary