Who am I ?
I twist and turn.
Shift and form.
Open up just to clamp shut in a moments notice.
I study the room , the characters in it
and portray a curated version of myself.
Who do I think I must be?
As i hold two versions of myself,
I give in to the words that shape and bind me.
I contemplate vurnability and practice my way out of
conversations.
My priority is to shed away my qualities that may bring
attention.
In moments like these I have control.
How much I show and what I share.
But here I am , letting go of what I believe I want most.
Control.
Who am I?