I am here, but I am gone
I am weak, yet I am strong
I am smart, but I act dumb
I have feelings yet I'm numb
A walking contradiction
An oxymoron brought to life
Truth strange as fiction
Getting pleasure from strife
I am powerful, but helpless still
I scare easy, yet I live for the thrill
I am hopeful, but I've lost trust
I am innocence buried in lust
A walking contradiction
An oxymoron brought to life
Truth strange as fiction
Getting pleasure from strife
I change but stay the same
I am wild yet I am tame
I give advice that I don't take
I'm made of glass but I don't break.
1 comment:
hey! i didnt give you permission to write about me!
the truth is scary, but thanks for putting it out there
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