Filled to the brim

We all are lost kids like Peter Pan, And we all are curious like Alice in Wonderland, We jump on our ships and travel till we tan, Until we hit the shore and find our sand ©halfburntcigs

And at some point you realise,

You're just hollow inside...

There's nothing of your own in you...

For you pick up the character you read and it's every hue. 

Someday you're Peter Pan who never grew up...

And someday you're Harry Potter who lived ... 

Other days  you're Kafka Tamura who just survived ... 

And sometimes just a Sidney Sheldon's Tracy Whitney whose end is so contrived!

Why do you discern them,have you thought? 

Is it because your battles are similar to what they fought? 

Or maybe you want to be like them for they are so perfect... 

Afterall they are meant to be that way...

For they are people who never breathed... 

Imbued in words they've always seethed... 

They come to life,in you... 

And see the real world through you. 

You become what you read and it changes with every book...

But what's left behind in you is some of their vices and virtues...

You grow to be a better person and that's true ...

With so many people living inside you,you finally find your nook.

©halfburntcigs

Author's Note

This is my first poem i published on here.I hope you like it.
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Reviews

[Jaja Reigns]

this poem hits deep. Many people including me who are being absorbed by the book I am reading made me reflect to live and ask myself what I want to be. It is just so hard to answer it because I was affected by the people around me and inside me. great writings!