Who Am I

It is not so curious that you can't get to know me

Most times I don't really know my true self

I get involved in plights of  uncontrol at times,

and rue the moment

But I can't resist doing them again

If I'm happy today, I might be sad tomorrow,

when I become someone else

I can accept that change, but others see only

the one they have come to know

Most times my demeanor is marked by courage,

and determination, attracting new friends

Then my alter ego emerges full of angst, and hostility

My new friends disappear, and I wonder why

There is no use to complain, for I am again alone,

in another friendless world

Then I think, what reason do I have to make

myself worthy of friendship