Who Am I Supposed To Be? Poem by ratna zaa

I hate being me
Being me means you’re a plant
Live in silent, immovable, can’t live without any light
Being me means living in the jail of darkness
You’re defendant for what time done to you
Being me means you’re dust
Weak, meaningless, need to be lost
Being me means you’re judged so bad

I hate being them
Being them means you’re human
Destroy anything you see
Being them means living in the war of existence
You crash time’s absolute
Being them means you’re everything for yourself
You need more space for your big head
Being them means you judge other so bad

Then, I don’t know who I'm supposed to be