The definition of oneself is inexplicable and the explanation of oneself is indefinable.

Out of the million words in this world, "you" is still not perfectly detailed.

Who are you?

That question isn't for others, not your family, friends, or lovers. It's a question that can't always be answered because it's tough putting all your emotions, experiences, and thoughts into one world but it has to be answered.

The world tries to define everything and everyone, structure us into this perfect doll hanging in its hook for display, and mold us for an exquisite exhibition through crystal glass, it's clear but people don't see the cracks and tears

Too blinded by their reality and imagination.

So,

Who are you?

I don't expect you to answer that question when I still battle to answer that myself.

Who I am?

I say I am strong but fall by the littlest yet hurtful thoughts that invade my mind. I say I know myself and next I'm doing things I never thought I'll do.

I find comfort in knowing that even if defining myself is impossible letting the world define me was out of the list, submitting to the normal never my agenda, and aligning with their demands was a no-can-do situation.

I smile and I look at the world I've created and it's far from perfect and elegance and nothing could make life any less sweet