I have died a thousand deaths,
Birthing a newer version of myself,
I have gone through a hundred such versions,
Where I thought I had achieved the equilibrium,
I have cried a river of tears,
For the feelings I do not recall anymore,
I have lied a million times,
When asked questions which are close to the heart,
I have scarred myself again,
To experience the familiarity of the pain,
I have killed countless dreams,
To qualify for walking in this world of reality,
I have tried escaping my past cunningly,
Making my future self despise its present,
I have accumulated a lot of knowledge,
To discard it in a whim of emotion when needed,
I have pushed people away,
To shield myself from their influence,
I have become a ghost even,
To get rid of my influence over people,
I have loved many beautiful souls,
That love has no end even after mine,
I have lived a thousand lives,
For death to follow it every time.