I may not know if I’m good or bad, but I feel deeply, I dream endlessly, and I exist- just like everyone else.
Maybe I overthink, maybe I find comfort in silence, maybe I lose myself in melodies, or drift through places searching for something unknown.
But I am not a fool. I never claimed to be innocent, yet I stand by who I am, unafraid of my flaws.
I am human—not perfect, not a machine, but someone who feels, falls, and rises again.
*Written by Subha*
Maybe I overthink, maybe I find comfort in silence, maybe I lose myself in melodies, or drift through places searching for something unknown.
But I am not a fool. I never claimed to be innocent, yet I stand by who I am, unafraid of my flaws.
I am human—not perfect, not a machine, but someone who feels, falls, and rises again.
*Written by Subha*