when psycho( I ) question..?

Yes I m a human in the end, whose end is to be discovered. I question why I m so and the answer lies within ,which follows me and say that what I am, I may neglect at times of existence but at certain the facts rearrange themselves and speak of me. May be I am getting selfish to what I shouldn’t be but, I followed the time and it landed me into an illusion where I can view the mirror in front of me which just reflects the me and beyond me there is space in which I would have to just get myself settled as if there is to be just a wind which must flow to take me to that space. I may be selfish in the end of just thinking about myself and creating a space which is an escape but I m human in the end and thus I have an instinct which urges me to trace my end.

I may not be the desired hand you should be holding, I may not be the strongest shoulder you should be leaning upon, I may also not be the most expressive guy who would prove his depth to you, I may not love you the way many would do, I may also be weak, but you may also not be desirable to my love, you may also not have shown anything other than sympathy to me, you may also have the potential to change me into what you want as I may be ready to do so, you may be my shoulder, you may hold my hand and prove it to be strongest bond, I may be weak in what I am, but I guess my love is not. You made me think above self as you were my self, and I leaned to human in the end and started discovering my end.

And one day as if yesterday you said you are there beyond time and space and I just wondered where was my time flowing, where was the space in which you would be with me, whether you just want me to create or just want me to push into those scattered hours where I would be I and discover my ends, as of you are human in the end and urge me to be human in the end and discover my end.

You said you gave me birth and I have an everlasting bond with you, but why do I have to think before hugging you, why do the acceptance of me came as a shattered part of yours, why was the bliss of your care a benevolence to me, you make me think the way you want and reject the part of respect you should be paying to my ideology and thus rejecting me, though the absence of your womb haunts me, but it is as if you brought me out of it to discover my ends and gave me drive on to the path selfless self and I perceived that I m a human in the end and have to discover my end.

You always moved with me and never questioned, but put me into doubts of my distorted versions where I just left with question that why at times your silence just spoke of the gestures on me out of your part. It seems me to a materialistic relational aspect in which I perceived a give and take relation, though your love is immortal and my towards you is too, but is so that you too acted at times as of you are at a saturation of bearing me in being myself, you being generous and left me being human and just pledged to discover the so called end.

Who I am I? The question in itself satisfied my existence as the poke from the social part in which I include the mortal and immortal relations that taught me to be a human, a practical human. Who is meant to just question and discover the ends in which my existence lies, but I just plead to that if any such relation lies within my ends…
**its not all what many and almost all psychiatric patients bears from society and land up somewhere cages which tend to open for no love and only rejection**