In primary school, one of the first essays we wrote was a composition about ourselves. Normally, I would write the basics: my name, origin, likes, and dislikes, but that was just about it.

The beautiful and yet scary thing about being human is that we are constantly changing. Our lives, the people we know, and our personalities are always evolving. Now, I try to figure out who I am exactly and whom I want to be and that inspired this poem titled ‘The World In My Head.’ 

Welcome to my head  

Be careful not to step on littered thoughts

I apologise that it's a mess

There is just so much to do and say

But actions take a lot more

It is much easier to think

And my thoughts get the best of me 

But that is what I am made of

My scary happy place

In my head is like a whirlwind 

But on the outside I am calm like a sleeping babe

Like the full moon at the beginning of a new month

Like a man in the grave done with the perils of living

I am an organised person with a highly disorganised mind