Carefree and emotionless me

like a monstrous flea

that is who I pretend to be

But inside I am yearning and turning for someone to hear me

to be set free

to buzz like a bumblebee

Yet the emotional swirl inside me does not crack the mask

it claws and scratches only to fill a flask

never quite meeting the task



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