you are not your job
you are not your social media post
you are not others’ expectation or gossip

you are your regret
you are what you read
you are the tears you can’t hold in wind

don’t expect the praise
you don’t need that raise
when you escape people’s gaze you feel like in paradise

you are the constant struggle
you are the occasional despair and sorrow
you are the forgotten dilemma you can’t think of how to handle

[1] I finished reading Faust recently and I feel like i can write poem too.