I Am... The Dragon
I am of fire and ash.
Behind a smokey vail to hide my flaws,
the poisoned air choking me.
My nature fiery like the burning embers inside me,
the embers searing me inside.
My imagination knows no limits,
taking flight and soaring to ever expanding heights.
Everything about myself distances me from others,
making me an introvert and hiding in my room,
away from those who judge me for simply being me.
I am like a dragon... I am a dragon.
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