Who am I if not a collection of thoughts,
wishes, roles and an ever-changing vessel
Am I my mother's son, am I a friend, who am I
When I look at people who surround me,
my mind adapts to their single versions
and leads me to be imbued in their
thoughts and actions
I become a collection of people I know
When looking for reassurance,
I wonder how others view me
In each I cast a version that they
manipulate to their accords
Am I their reflection, how many
of me exists in this world
At the end of the day, I am nothing
more than an abstracted vessel
and a mind that is to be kneaded
by others
BINABASA MO ANG
A Symphony of Whispers - VOL. II
PoetryAnother collection of Poems from my maladies and 3 AM thoughts and desires. Contains poems in English, Italian and Portuguese.