Who am I?

The walls are shifting closer towards me,

While I'm glued to the corner with my face buried in my knees.

This shrinking misty room full of whispers tells me to run away, 

But at the same time it takes me to dilemma and persuades me to stay.

Yet another day to start by putting on whatever they want me to, 

From my dusty attire which is getting small to keep everyone's favourite outfits for me.

They made me to push everyone  behind in this race, 

By dint of which I left my true self at the starting pace.

They see the beauty of the skin but not the beauty which lies within, 

So this beauty which was never praised, is now slowing rotting to its death.

Everyone wants to be a colorful kaleidoscope,

Reflecting beautiful figures, 

But why no one wants to be a plane mirror, 

Reflecting the real shimmers.

Living in a reality which was never real,

 Is just like walking on a frozen lake with no fear.

I once too was a mirror, which they broke into pieces, 

To make fancy glitters.

I felt like a butterflies who was being told by the fishes, 

"If you can't swim you're worthless"

According to their norms of perfection, 

I might be imperfect and might be insane, 

But nobody knows how hard I try to abstain that pain in my veins.

They told me to change

And so did I

They told me to be quite

And so did I

But at the end,

Who am I ???

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