Who am I? Apart from the person who stares back at me in the mirror -the one I have modeled to perfection as per the others standards, slipping into a nice dress, wearing an admirable visage and a lovable smile, perfected to the last detail into an image that everybody likes and everybody adores, such that I have become a crown prize of this modern wilderness called society, who am I?
So drunk I am into this human reflection of mine, that I have forgotten the real I-the one that is raw and primordial, a product of the jungle law, an animal of wild wild fantasies, that lurks in the hidden corners of my deep dark insides, chained and starved and, that is waiting for that one moment to let loose, to lash out like a prowling tiger, taking control in an instant of the facade that I represent as human.
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PS – Written as part of the Indiblog challenge to write about describe yourself in one sentence. It focuses on the negative emotions that lurks within us.