Confronted!

Can I be trusted?

I am confronted with myself,

Deep down at the center of 

The emotional emptiness 

I can't feel

Or love

I can't see

Or appreciate

What is, done to me or for me

I am committed to none but myself

Only to be rescued

Before I silence

The remaining parts of me

Who love and care about nothing

Laughing in a corner 

I see myself crying in the other

Laughing at both of them on the third

I try to be indifferent in the fourth corner

Only to observe them all from the above

I see myself transforming from one to another 

Without any guilt or pleasure

I confront myself for reality

Only to be told

Who am I now?

Still the same!

All of us, say to all of them 

And still

Not to be trusted

Conspiring

Finally,

I feel, I am happy,

Part of me thinks,

It has finally subdued the angel of sorrow,

Part of me is,

Smiling,

On the innocence of these moments,

Shying away from each other,

Both of me are,

Conspiring against each other,

Keeping me happy at both ends,

I feel like a winner...