Poetry: The Truth About Myself

I am who I am
That you may be you
With weak strength in Arm
I do what I do

For the realms own good
A man of the hood
Boy is never rude
Come with thoughts quite nude

Quite the sarcastic
Way too fantastic
Flare like ballistic
More futuristic

I am good and bad
The truth and a lie
The best life had had
I live just to die

This is the very truth about myself
I am the type that smile when I am hurt


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