I am what I am but there is another me inside me which is not what I am and will ever be, what it desires.
that me wants to come out but never ever, even if it dares.
it is not dead yet but buried somewhere inside.
it tries to come out sometimes out of desperation but doesn't since it has become weak due to being locked inside for a long time.
And maybe the flame will one day burn out as it gets no fuel to continue.
and at the end, the world would remember me as I am but not as I could be.
