HearMe
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Beautiful and delicate,
like the petals of a rose,
yet hard and cold,
just like a stone.
Worn out, scratched and bruised I am,
the face hidden inside a dark shroud;
Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly,
Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone.
All these titles all these labels
I write toRelease the shameI write toLet you know I feel your painI write fromThe shadows behind closed doorsI write so
I come from everywhere, and everywhere is where I am from.
But can I eat the whole cookie without leaving a crumb?
I am my mother and my father put into one.
My favorite color is purple and everyday I run.
Counselor: How bout we start by you telling be about yourself
ME: *sigh*
So where do it start?
My pen tends to be my best friend because it does what I say
No matter what, no need to portray something fake and write what I didn't.
Get it?
My hand writes faster than 20 hummingbirds so watch closely
