I, ME AND MYSELF

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My thin body flaunts my skeleton,
The curves you expected have collapsed in the havoc,
Those huge eyes held by the sockets,
Are often depicted as my immaturity,
But it is a mirror of your immaturity that I reflect.

My messy hair is often found dancing on my forehead,
I own mood swings which my face portrays,
A constant smile on my face which those dimples magnify.

My taunts and sarcasm smirks at the humanities faults
And eyes soak the tears at it's pain.

The burning personality that I own,
Isn't easy to hold,
Because the smile has secrets which it folds.

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