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My Portrait

My Portrait

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Irony is sowed upon me.


My stomach begs for food

Which my mind refuses to see.


I lock myself in a cage

Until I choke myself

So I open the doors and windows of rage

And complain about being stuck in a bookshelf


They say my eyes are cute

Why won’t they be so?

Midnight tears clear all the chute


I want to still be innocent

But not that timid girl

With that harmless scent


If I myself don’t understand myself

How can I expect anyone else to do so?

How can a solution itself

Expect within it an answer to grow.


I feel purposeless with a stack of tasks.


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