Stranger

Who am I? No one in particular.

A person who doesn't have a reason 2 carry sadness nor anger.

Just looking at the clouds, and listening to the birds, i'm sitting on a hill.

Too young to comprehend, i'm just a baby.

Who am I? No one in particular, but someone you want to get to know, and as a result, someone you remember.

A jack of all trades means a beast to me and many threats to you,

If you doubt my unpredictable character.

I'm more than just my curves and since you don't see that, your ignorance, i use that to use you

to get you to think that you're done playing games.

Mind BLOWN.

This poem is about: 
Me

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