Who am I?
Am I the confident, yet harsh, executive
Who storms into meetings looking like a thunder-storm
At some minor details that others have forgotten to check
Who flays them for being, after all, just human?
Am I the social butterfly
Who loves to dance and sing
And meet people
Charming everyone into becoming her next best friend?
Am I the neurotic woman
Who stays awake calling people at night
And ranting and crying through
Trying so desperately to prove to herself that she is not alone?
Am I the dreamer
Who still weaves enchanted spells
Of magic and myth promising everlasting peace and happiness
Aware that while castles in the air are fine, they are not the real thing?
Am I the cynic
Jaded and sore at the world
Heaping disdain on emotions and writing off altruism as a lost art
Wincing at what the world has become and not expecting it to become any better?
Am I a woman
Who trying to play so many roles
Has stretched herself
Losing her identity in the process of living?
Who am I now?
And what will I be tomorrow?