Tanubhrt.This.Side

Sometimes,
I just don’t understand myself,
Why do I do what I do,
And,
Why don’t I do what I need to do???
Why is that the real me,
Comes out in front of strangers.
And
The people I like ,I tend to behave wierd.
How is that it is easy for me to make enemies,
But sticking around with friends,
I find it difficult.
Sometimes,
I wonder am I normal??
The other times,
I assume the world to be mad!!
Confusing I am, to myself,
For others,
I understand their reactions.
Looking around I see people,
Doing things,
Being someone..
I, don’t even feel like being part of that race.
But then ,
I don’t know,
Something within just drives me on that race.
The race I laugh at,
The people I don’t admire much,
I am running in that race,
Trying to be better than them,
I don’t know what the result will be,
A madder me or a copy cat,
Will I win myself or lose it all!
I don’t understand ,
Why do I even care!!
But then,
For me,
The bigger question is,
Is it the real me or am I losing me!!