There is this me
And that me.
My moods swing
Between joy and sorrow
Mania and depression.
I scream
I cry
I laugh.
Unexpected –
They call my behaviour
Without reason, they feel
I cry.
What do they know
How it feels
To be me.
I am not one
Nor am I consistent
In my moods.
I have shades
Mainly of grey
With a dash of colour.
What do they know
How it is to stuck
Within multiple me.
I was randomly checking out poems when I stumbled upon this poem of yours. Describes me perfectly to the T. Exquisite. God bless!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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