My face wears shifting colors,
Each hue a reflection,
Each shade a truth—
Yet none a lie.
One whispers of sorrow,
Another sings of joy.
All are me,
And none are me,
Mirroring truths unseen.
A tapestry unfolds,
Threads of emotion interweave.
In the loom of my mind,
Colors blend and blur,
Yet always remain mine.
MyKoul
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