Teenage Charades

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Call me confused,

Call me bemused

Lost girl running,

Running girl lost

What’s a soul if it’s not your own?

What’s a body if it’s not full grown?

I allow those to see what I want you to see,

Yet I will never allow those to see the real bitter me.

Acting; show; fake: it’s all the same,

To you it’s just a funny game.

We play with emotions to see the true person inside,

Even when it’s what they’re trying to hide.

Call me confused,

Call me amused

As I watch thee try and solve my true character,

But to your dismay I’m another amazing actor.

The verses I speak are not pointless you see,

But however a true reflection of me.

So here, there you go try and sum me up whole...

I’ll stay being meek,

Till the day you stop seek.

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