Always sweet and nice, 

I am cotton candy. 

Sugary and colorful 

In my own world. 

Soft and fluffy 

To loved ones. 

But if events take turns, 

My mind is black licorice. 

Feeling all so 

Mushy and twisted. 

Tendencies to feel 

Angry and sad. 

But knowing this trigger, 

It is that difficult 

To maintain and 

Learn to love myself. 

Knowing my reality, 

It will possibly be gone. 

I may be two-faced but 

I know right and wrong. 

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