Sometimes I try to figure myself out and analyze why I am the way I am. Usually I just end up confusing myself. I am made up of opposites. I'm a big bowl of contradictions.
I am quiet. I am loud. I am ugly. I am pretty. I am innocent. I am defiled. I am bitter. I am sweet. I am happy. I am sad. I have angst. I have peace. I am calm. I am uneasy. I am stubborn. I am open minded. I am honest. I am a liar. I am not special. I am unique. I am the treasure. I am unwanted. I am dumb. I am smart. I am well-behaved. I am a problem. I am darkness. I am light. I am life. I am death. I am negative. I am positive. I am optimistic. I am pessimistic. I hate myself. I love myself. I am safe. I am dangerous. I am afraid. I am fearless. I am just like everyone else only different. I am healthy but I am sick. I am broken but I am fixed.
Well that's what you get when I'm bored and not paying attention in Calculus. Maybe that's why I didn't do well on my last test. Damn those infinite summations. I never was good at them.
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poetry
we all share some of theses traits great