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I'm a collection of words,

holding a book in my head.

Sometimes, I'm fighting a thousand worlds

And sometimes I'm dead.

I know that I am not perfect,

But I'm worth it.

You see I'm not better or worse

I'm just different, of course.

Sometimes, I'm broken.

Entirely emotionally frozen.

Sometimes, I'm critical.

Entirely too analytical.

However, I’ve come to terms

That insults are just worms.

and I will be a bird

just to destroy those nasty words.

I am the only thing I can ever be.

Me.

There’s no changing that fact.

And as for this poem, that’s a wrap.