Lost.

If you were to ask who am I?
I'll look deep into your eyes in the hope that I could find the answer to that. Where do I live? you say? Inside my head will be the best answer. What do I seek? Is also a mystery to myself. What I have seen is what you should listen.
I opened my eyes where innocence was like holding fire torch in a thick dry forest. I was taught not to be happy but smart, Not to be questioning but to follow, Not to be living but existing. I was scolded, abused and bullied just for not already knowing the ettiqutes of that jungle. That torch and the curiosity of being alive was disturbing to the vicious dark shadows of that jungle.

As years passed I came to know that the torch was alarming the jungle to hunt the new fresh soul.