We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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I consider myself cutting corner,

Messed up instructions my father should have thought me sooner

Wonderingly how on earth did they handle sorrow

As if there is still tomorrow

Why was it easier to enunciate than depict and follow?

Like ordering ice americano or

Creating a ghastly girl with no eyes in a literary form

I bet she regales me with her expression of a cypher in storms

Oh, tell me things I had yet to learn,

I am pliable, scrutinize my every move like a concern

Terribly hot-tempered, magnetic on mistake, problematic kid I do not earn

Your sympathy, your solace, your pity I do not sworn

To be a under your credibility