He Says I'm Deep

I talk with a poetic slang
My thoughts are intricate like Mark Twain
In my short life I’ve seen endless pain
So he says I’m deep.
My mind is endlessly searching
Because my heart can’t stop hurting
And I see all the eyes lurking.
So he says I’m deep.
I notice all the rips in reality
All the faults in fatalities
Which makes a sadness in my personality
So he says I’m deep.
My soul speaks to me
My heart controls me
And my mind teaches me
So he says I’m deep because I’m wiser than the years I’ve lived and my heart loves like pain doesn’t exist and my demeanor exhibits relaxation.

This poem is about: 
Me

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