I Am Many Me Poem by iqra hassan

I am many "me"…

Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
I am dragging my ‘'forged self' 'everyday,
My visage? my psyche? myseslf? where it be?
Obtuse to envisage the glories around,
Like a husband forgoes his naked wife..
Offended, battered, given everything yet overlooked,
Such forsaken seem blessings of my life..
How do I see beyond, the mirror house I am stuck in?
Mirrors all around, each reflects''me''!
One shows me devil, the other an innocent child,
Liar, manipulator in one, beast in other I see..
One discerns me, laden with piles of curses,
The other reflects me so full of scars,
One beholds me as an offspring of deity..
The other perceives me as a bird behinds bars,
One identifies me as a charmer, dressed in witchery,
Other decodes me as a forlorn wimpish maid..
So many a colours, ugly dull and dowdy,
Many are the layers, on a single soul laid..
Stuck in the dilemma, my senses all foggy,
Forgetting everything, this conflict seems forever..
Jekyll and mr. Hyde both visible at once,
Will my fingers detangle from the whirls of my soul ever?
Imbecile to dissect self, how shall I comprehend others?
Yet to know which is fabricated, which is real me?
These tumors of thoughts have invaded my conscience,
I have many truths, I am many "me"!

IQRA.