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WILLOW


I am a willow
Sitting on the soil
Deep rooted in the ground
A shade for all to sit

Wait a minute,
I'm no willow
I'm just a you writing something
Do I even like writing?
I write so others will say I'm right
In the course of proving others wrong, they all left
Now I have no real friends

I'm caring and out going
But really I need to go out, away from the noise and distraction.
I am soo playful, but then I don't play full due to the fact that I never got to mingle for fear of being corrupt, well fear, that's another thing.

Dramatics are my tactics, people fall for it soo many times, but I'm surprised no one ever rose from it,

I am the leader of the gang
So every male or female wants to be lead by me,
Practically I never did lead her
I was just a lead polished to look like gold.

Cool charms, sweet fragrance, curly hair and awesome clothes make me stand out in the crowd, it is not a bad thing anyway
But I rather stand outside so I can stop choking from the smell of people (I'm not cruel)

Everyone, even my parents feel Im good
Yes, I am, you can trust me
Although I'm not being sarcastic
Seeing that sarcasm is mother tongue to me both ways.

I pretend to listen to people with problems like I'm a psychologist
But really Im just a psycho who loves gist. Seriously what solutions do I profer other than what I'm told and what I read or watch in movies, psycho...

I reach for heights to look down on people. It gets lonely up there but I can't come down, the ladder has been broken by the axe of errs.

I read a lot, I know my grammatical punctuations correctly, reading through my poems you can see that, I'm not judging but tell me, who is me?

Drank a full 100 cl bottle of faker soda, I've been burping ever since, tell me this ain't real.

I am perfect, I guess it's just my mind throwing stunts on me. I was told to go on a quest to find myself. The life I've been living is not me, nobody knows, except for my mind, yeah that snitch of my mind. I was told to never tell her anything.

Actually my name is Willow and I'm no female as the name implies, but maybe I'm male or not, who I'm I?

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