No Two Are the Same

Some say ridiculous,

but it phases me not.

Sometimes acting frivolous, 

but only when I am distraught.

Most of the time, working with diligence, 

along with everything I have been taught.

Does this sound ambiguous?

I apologize if that's what you thought.

The truth is I am human, don't you see?

What I am, you cannot be. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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