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

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I knew that face and never mistook it for a friendly one
The shift of air around us was alarmingly done 
But i never forget those smiling eyes
And quirk of a mouth
When i was called off for being too emotionally fragile and loud.

How can I understand your cruelness?
Was it hard for you to be soft on my stupidness?
What possible ways can I be your student?
For I want to improve the way I learn of the said movement.

I was caught in a trap of searching nonsense
Pulled the ribbon of disguise and you found me when I couldn't
Don't recite to me the stories of my own embarrassments
I was long gone thinking how could be of an improvement

So, say what you want to say for this idiot
I am an open minded, weak, vulnerable
Casts of idioms
You could call me a fanatic clown of strange advocacies walking encyclopedia
Here on out, I can build my own academia