identity

identity by Pavishnaa In the mirror's gaze, I search for me, A reflection of self, where identity used to be. Amist tears,smiles,pain, happiness and fragments of past, Trying to find my destiny, NO+ knowing of what's ahead, not seeing any light ahead, wanting to be real and unloved, than fake and treasured, Preferring to be Shunned,hatted and unworthy, than to be a blooming bright rose, all vanilla, nothing special, nothing unique, I'd rather be a Ginseng plant, Without Others knowing my worth but being unique, Growing in dedious forest than beautiful gardens, Having benefits for health, than just pleasant looking, I'd rather have people not knowing my real worth, and be treated like weeds growing on gardens, than receiving attention and used by greedy humans for pleasure, Even with no light ahead and Just pain I will be who I am, a small Ginseng plant, overshadowed by beautiful blooming flowers