What I Allow Them To See

To be more serious than others

comes to people as a suprise

To have a personal clone more to me as a twin, or is it me in disguise.

The maturity level of mine is higher than most it's nothing to me...to them it's awesome, but a number counts.

Time fly's by but no one really notices until I do. 

The open mind I have amazes the exsistence, I do and I don't know the reason why

They are all in my face, it's not the prettiest, but they are in my face goes perfect with my hair.

They touch, some smell it's awesome to them because its mine, then what's mine trends in due time. 

It's awesome to everyone and everywhere...I go the obssession is real, the attention is dreaded

but that I wont reveal.

Real life happens,

It's awesome how I handle it hurt and quiet

It is hard to me, but that's the opposite of what I allow them to see. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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