As I sit in front of the screen
Sinking slowly into my thoughts
I hear a voice from within
That asks me, "Am I a good person?"
I try to think- Maybe I am
But it feels like a scam
Wouldn't I feel happy
If I were a good person?
I feel so lost, so unsure
So unloved, like a burden
Lost in my world, out of touch
Maybe I judge myself a little too much
I straighten my back and make up my mind
For once I'll try to choose myself
'Will I be enough?' is still a concern
But I'd like to think maybe I am a good person
-Poonam Malpani Chordia