Release yourself from the things that you grieve.
Indeed, I'm able to do that with ease.
I am cleaved from distress and emotional atrophy,
apprehension is seized, only indifference conceived
I am not strong, contrast to what most people believe.
I don't decree my pleas or wear my heart on my sleeve.
Take heed, I'm not glum or bereaved, nor happy or pleased,
take it from me, my friend, I'm neither extreme.
I'm not a robotic machine, though, I'm human, I bleed
I converse and I sleep and I eat and I breathe
If you think I need help, you're mistaken so please,
do not be confused or deceived, this is me , it's my creed
I get it, I'm cold, you don't have to agree.
But I resent your judgement and the fact you're naive
An indiscreet being is what's you perceive,
that's fine, but from mental disarray, I am freed.
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