I am different, I will not lie, But I smile and laugh and bleed and cry.
Wound me enough and I shall die, But for now, I shall find light in death.
When others cry, I remain cold. So cold, and yet with a heart of gold.
In many ways I fight the mold. Yes, many ways I'm different from thee.
So quiet I seem amidst the fun, But inside, I shine like the sun.
Others like me, there are none, As gifted and special as I am.
Like the water, I flow with grace. Like the earth, I know my place.
Like the wind, I go my own pace. Like fire, I burn those who ignite me.
The one thing I long for be love's glow. It has beauty I've yet to know.
But no one dares to share it so. Maybe they just don't see all of me.
- Author: CGI-Anon ( Offline)
- Published: March 6th, 2023 19:18
- Category: Unclassified
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