Dual between I and me

An illusion of two and a half decade,
Caged emotions behind an extrovert facade,
How non-me of myself, I have made,
Who is the real me ? in me
No answer, even the question doesn't fade.

I stood infront of the mirror as a child,
I stand infront of the mirror today;
Can not find, that child, how much ever I try,
Then I realize in a jiffy,
I have lost my identity.

Most of you, have a "growing up" aspiration
Even I had one such notion
"Sports star" then "medical profession",
Wanted to do a "Mendel" then,
Clearly a case of Identity crisis,
"A network Engineer" my new ambition

It's a scary thing, this realization is,
Keeps your mind wandering and you, Static,
Every idea is made of plastic,
Takes shape, breaks, again I am spastic.
I want to resign to my fate, thinking,
a mould was never made that could mould me,
But "realization" prevents me,
Says, "search is still on, for your lost identity".


This is about a man who doesn't know who he is and what he should do about it, he feels helpless,his life is just something he always pretended it to be, his search is still on for his true self,but time is running out.