I'd probably be called a hipster, to be fair, If it wasn't for the distinct lack of facial hair..
I'd probably be called an anarchist, all right, If it wasn't for the distinct lack of motorbike..
I'd probably be called a trend setter, If it wasn't for my lack of taste in retro sweaters in warm weather
I'd probably be named best newcomer, if it wasn't for that millenial whoop on a loop and a distinct lack of taste in music that matters
I'm whoever you decide to describe, to the next pair of fairly intrigued third eyes, that decide to ask you, who's that guy behind the mask who, refuses to reveal every thought caught by his mind, like the rest of us spinning in this god forsaken web of lies.
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this is wicked. Really enjoyed it! ~E
good expressive poem
Ha ha ha who knows how the world perceives us. I gave up trying to be something i've no chance of ever being recognised as long ago.
Thank goodness most ppl appreciate that beauty is only skin deep. Sight being our dominant sense makes appearances important... but oh how misleading. I think you said all that but much more poetically.
This is a really beautiful poem and it does reflect society's labels and how there are names that we that sometimes we don't fit in with the labels and truly, the labels only reflect what people see and not what is really deep within.
This poem was playful in the way you described an underlying truth about society and how others are labeled and treated amongst it. Great job!
Fantastically done my friend, eneding was perfect!
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