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I am
Often misconstrued
into somebody
i am not
some people
tells me that
i am good
for nothing
some shouts
to the world that
i am a coward
a beast
a nobody
but a coin
has two
faces
somebody
said that
i am
great
artistic
a great cook
some finds me good
some finds me bad
some doesnt care
some pretends that
dont exists
With their
words
i can almost
to any adjective
names
and of course
description
but i am
not
what they
say or
think
i am just me
the me who
in my own
way
superior
to anybody
You are
you are a clod
covered with dirt
rolled in a heap of dust
you are weak
you are wallowing in
shallow emotions
you are a fool
a schoolboy
who still holds
that foolish belief
you are stupid
who believes that
you can change the world
you dont take things
as given
you are vain
your face shows the
opposite of your shell
you only want youth and beauty
you are a poet
you think that your pen
writes your emotions
your world is too dark
for you to throw light
on your paper sheet
your a writer
you write your complicated
world,a very tragic world
you dwell in your dark thoughts
you try to live the day
a hell like existence
what am I?
I am never
said in words
for I am me
and me is
unique to any
description.
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