This Is Me
I am a river of words
Letters masterfully put together
Each sentence crafted carefully unto ivory pages
Creating a masterpiece
That while many can enjoy
Very few will ever understand.
This is me in all of my glory
I am words
I am thoughts
I am more than just a brain
I am not truly cold
I have feelings
But you don't really know me do you?
Even as I shout who I am
You will not understand
You are blinded by your bias
So I hide behind a curtain
I talk in shadowed words
I smile behind a mask
Waiting for the day
When you will be ready
To see
Me
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