She

Unsure of who she’s supposed to be

awoken by the worldly rules everyday,

as every imprinted cast fades away from her memories

all that’s left are some shades of grey.

Taking her every moment

contemplating over existence,

finding new things to be engrossed into

but the only thing she lacks is consistence.

A real self; she doesn't have one

since the meaning behind is incomprehensible,

dwelling into fiction forgetting reality; real people

 still tries to remain sensible.

She says she loves white

the reason is what she seeks for,

striving to understand everything so bad

as if the mind can have all the things stored.

A hopeless romantic she is

whose romance doesn’t exist in real world,

the idea of love prevails in her mind

but an actual person makes her delusional heart furled

(She’s an anti-romantic).

She lives where bliss of belonging ends

and solitude of ejection begins;

Has a desire to explore everything

but still can't comprehend the mystery 

lying within...

Everything about her is contradiction,

She thinks she knows herself

more than who she is,

but in reality

SHE IS STILL FINDING……………