One evening I felt like a stranger

a conflict between the physio-psycho chemistry’s in me.

Suddenly I wondered who I am

What are you doing here?

Where are you trudging,I asked myself.

A robot ,a replicant,an actress in the part

Everything seemed wrong about me

I stood before the mirror,butchered myself

No quarter asked,a studied introspection

Is there a malignant growth?

They did not fall away,the ugly bits

The blood didn’t flow and I cursed.

Why is my head screaming things,thoughts

Can’t I control my lines?

Farce,fiasco,go for it till the fiasco is complete.

Till no longer tormented,beseiged by hopeless realities

Tortured by unending thoughts

The agonies of growing up.