I Am
I am one person,
flip to a page and there i lay,
under the word unplaceable.
I, myself cannot be classified,
put into words,
the entirity of my being.
I am unlike the next person,
their mind dull and blank,
while mine is exploding with color.
I transistion from ordinary,
to extraordinary, thinking of ways
to help the next.
using these colorful explosions.
I am me,
nothing can copy who I am.
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