In the deepest moments of sorrow,
I think.
In the highest moments of ecstacy,
I think.
In the depths of my existance,
I think.
Through the mindless madness,
I think.
I think I am a smile,
waiting to be adorned.
I think I am a silence,
passive yet uncontrolled.
I think I am a melody,
floating in the air.
I think I am the darkness,
nothing to take, nothing to share.
I feel like a volcano,
There is lava inside me.
I feel like a traveller,
Have a long way to go.
I feel like a performer,
With thousands of eyes upon me.
I feel like a desert,
vast, yet alone.
Do not love me,
For I revel in solitude.
Do not ignore me,
For I need you around.
My smile is my mask.
My tears are a disguise.
Do not try to understand me,
For I am a mysterious riddle, a puzzling story.
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