I look at a group photo,
Not recognizing myself.
The happy boy chanting a motto,
Is not at all who I am.
I look between the rows of classmates,
Searching for a sense of familiarity.
But this time, I can't help wonder,
If it's really them I see.
No, I guess not.
We all have a painted face and a nametag.
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If this wasn't a redo I would've totally named it "Don't judge a book by its cover," or something of the sort.
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A Poetry Collection
PoetryA few poems that have been on my mind and I managed to set them on paper. Happy Reading!
