The mind is the best part of me,
where no external light can see.
A free thinker I am, I do be,
being simply who is to you is me.
Blank stare I think my thoughts,
I have my favorite alone spots.
Antisocial I am like a brain clot,
unknown damaged my mind has a lot.
But it is my damage to see,
my inner part, the best part of me.
A thinker, I think for free,
I am who I am and am, who I be.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: another brain dump.
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