Just... WHO ARE YOU?

Ever asked yourself?

Like really questioned who you really are?

In a world where flexibility is flexible;

where rationality is biased;

Just... WHO ARE YOU?

Ever looked within yourself?

Deeply?

Past the person you were taught to become?

Past the smiles you learned to wear?

Past the answers you learned to give?

In a world where pain is no longer heard;

where emotions are daemonized;

where vulnerability is mistaken for weakness;

where silence is praised simply because it is convenient;

Just... WHO ARE YOU?

Are you the name they gave you?

The face they recognize?

The voice they expect?

The person you become

when somebody is watching?

Or are you the person

you hide so well

that even you have forgotten?

Tell me...

When did you learn to say “I'm fine”

when you weren't?

When did you learn to swallow your words

before they could become someone else's problem?

When did being understood

become less important

than being accepted?

Just... WHO ARE YOU?

Are your thoughts really yours?

Or are they fragments

of everything you have been told to believe?

Your fears...

did you choose them?

Your dreams...

did you?

And the person you are desperately trying to become...

Did you choose them too?

In a world where truth changes shape

depending on who is holding it;

where certainty is worshipped

and questions are feared;

where everyone seems to know

who everyone else should be...

Have you ever stopped

long enough

to wonder who you should be?

Not who they need.

Not who they love.

Not who they tolerate.

Not who they applaud.

You.

Just... WHO ARE YOU?

And if tomorrow

everything they called you disappeared...

Your name.

Your achievements.

Your failures.

Your memories.

Your roles.

Your masks.

If there were no one left

to tell you who you were...

Would you still know?

Would you recognize yourself

in the silence?

Would you meet your own eyes

and know the person looking back?

Or would you stare

at a stranger

wearing your face?

Just...

WHO ARE YOU?