Thirteen

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personality, want, and i don't image

Who am I? What am I? Why am I?
Is it worth it? Worth it is it? It worth is it?
Am I wrong? Am I right? Am I anything in sight?
Like a wounded reindeer they cull the herd
With a broken wing I am that bird
Spitting retaliatory girds
So much to say too many words
Too much to do so little time
All that is spoken are filled with grime
Being deceitful is my crime 
All these terms I tried to rhyme
Sometimes its white sometimes its cloudy
Sometimes its light sometimes its heavy
Here I am failing miserably
Trying to find my identity



 
- wolf

Comments

Sofie Adie said…
Update some more pleassss
8 July 2019 at 13:09
ELFarahin said…
I favor that two lines with "sometimes".
10 July 2019 at 07:19

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