Sympathetic
I am an open book,
if you happen to look.
I am a variety of things,
that happen to make me bling.
I am what you call sympathetic
I am quiet but loud,
as my mind speaks louder then a crowd.
I am not normal or calm,
when the ball is in the center of my palm.
I am what you call sympathetic
I am always smiling when I am happy,
even when I'm feeling crappy.
I am generous to all,
as hatered can not make me fall.
As low and hateful as they can be,
no that will never be me.
I am what you call sympathetic
I am a lifter not a leaner,
as I am a big thinker.
I am someone who's cares,
and loves to share.
I am what you call sympathetic
I am an open book,
if you happen to look.
I am a variety of things,
that happen to make me bling
I am what you call sympathetic.
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