How Do I Describe Myself?
An endless blue sea of pictures that I see .
The images in my head that explain how I think.
My once hollow hands are now filled with a passion.
I use it to talk about what I imagine.
It's not a disorder I have it's the way others view me as.
The days I've been mocked of my childish ways.
My childish mind has ideas that some don't think
how can I possibly stay this way.
My eyes are brown and deep.I look for truth in dirty deceit.
The truth in lies that I see with my eyes.
I sometimes lie to make me better on the surface
so people won't understand me.Is that selfish?
a white flower with 5 petals each one representing me.
Is the name I'm born with the name I'll always keep.
My name is said many ways but one only means me.
I'm nothing but me.
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