Am I a Real Problem or a Beautiful Poem?🧘‍♂️🎀

What are the things we lost while searching for what we exactly want?

Is life doing partiality shit with us, or am I unable to understand the code?

What is there to live for when you don't know why you are living the life?

Are we playing in life, or is life playing with me, or life and I playing together against nothing?

Am I in the middle of the sea, or is the sea having the intention of not leaving me?

The light is not bright, or am I playing hide and seek with the light and staying in the dark?

What is the procedure to turn into something that is not me, but that is all people want?

Will that make me forget the original me, as I even recognize the fake me, so where is the real me?

When you don't have the wrong side, but people are making you a one, and you accept the filthy role;

So, I now understand how people lack of communication can be misunderstood and lead to the end;

When you can listen but you find neither a good talker nor people who understand your side;

It's all good when you are alone, you know how you will be, and you slowly get to take care of yourself.

Because I know I take care of the people I like, and now all those priorities end, and you are your one;

How to hold the stubbornness, when you fully know how you can be with love, and suddenly this?

Is it me, or people's mentality that is not acceptable to me, and also not even considered, am I a lawyer?

Why did I choose Engineering? I should have studied law, now I get what is right and what is wrong.

So, let me tell you a deal, be calm, be saturated, be neutral, be on the border, be a good human.

And be good if they don't find it, then don't compel them. Diamonds are kept under about 200km.

Only those who took the trouble of knowing you should possibly know you are the rarest gem.

For others, you are just a stone with over hyped metal that is not worth knowing for days,

I'll stay like a witty rock, I won't be pyrite at the same time, I'm not opal, but I know I am Obsidian;

Am I the problem, or am I a historical poem that no one tries to decode, or am I a language barrier?

If you don't get me, read my poem twice to get why it has been deeply typed and why it is hyped.

If you feel I'm too much, then know that I'm a poison because too much love is poison, right?