Some say,
I am the most deceptive,
Selfish creature on the earth.
I say,
Perhaps I am.
I am unsure of my worth.
Some say,
I don't feel any emotion,
I just need a perspective,
Simply want to experience the feel.
I say,
I am still a human
With a throbbing heart,
Hard to heal.
Some say,
I live, I write, I thrive,
For mere appreciation.
I say,
I write to survive,
All the pain and depression.
Some say,
I fall in love again and again
Just to gain
The romantic seed.
I say,
With every love that breaks,
There's something in me that breaks,
Which is beyond repair and heal,
Which with the layers of smile I conceal.
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