Human

Hearing my secrets
That's still only a small part of me
You don't comprehend how much life's taken a toll on me
But I'm good I'm great
Hearts pumping no mistake
But don't judge this lump of clay who's been misguided; lead astray, yet I'll manage to find a way. Maybe I'm too sensitive, maybe I'm just late. Does it really matter anyway?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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