Who am I?

This is my second insight poem. Again still rough, but it was written in the wilderness :)

Who am I?
You Know sometimes
You just think you know yourself
I just think I know myself.
Like, I got this all figured out.
This billion-pieced puzzle called,
Life.
Only to be hit, right smack in the face.
I get up, only to get knocked down,
Again.
Funny, isn’t it?
People ask me questions:
What do you wanna be?
Who did you used to be?
I answer: I mean
I sort of guess the right answers.
I pretend to look
confident, secure, sure.
While I really am just
broken. A broken billion-pieced
puzzle. Each piece tastefully
Snickering at me.
A puzzle that really,
No one can put together
Not even me.

But, an impeccably manufactured mask
hides this
Peculiar Puzzle.


My mother then says,
Don’t you try to masquerade it,
Masks can only hide the replicated
So what, am I replicated?
Mum please tell me.
No, my darling you are not a
Replica.
So I tell you to
Remove the mask
Show everyone
All the damaged pieces.
Maybe that puzzle can’t be fixed by
You.
But don’t you let it define
You.
Don’t live your life a lie.
Baby please,
Remove the mask.

So I. I painfully. Painfully I. I remove. Remove the. The mask.

Everything feels raw
Red, hot, raw

And
I embrace this funny thing
called Life. I get knocked down seven times,
Get up eight times. I laugh with the pieces.
With the pain,
the sadness,
the humiliation.
I burn the mundane mask,
Expose my imperfections.
Red, hot, raw.

So ask me those questions
Again. Except this time,
Don’t you dare ask me
Who I used to be
Who I want to be.
But rather ask me,

Who
I
am.

Now.

At this
very Moment.

Cause frankly
I am not afraid of it
No more.