Me
I am
cheerful and repressed
brilliant and downplayed
I am highs and lows
a rollercoaster of happiness and anger and fear and joy.
I am the most loved person in the world and yet feel nothing from it.
I love fiction and poetry and movies and plays.
And yet,
with all of this defining me,
I am a ghost of a person, a shade of what should be.
I am me, Not you
but no one can see.
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