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"What are you?"

A question asked by many

Tumbling words come along.

Pose it to me,

And the instant reply is-


Crazy, Happy, Passionate...

Words used to describe me

But what remains unsaid

Is that it's all very new!

Reflected by something bright-


Surrounded by love

Occupied with company

But sitting in my room

Solitude my companion

Silently watch me and you'll see-


Interference prickles

Independence bursting at the seams

Distaste the reflection

Yet, the dark periods shrink

And one thing not in the heart or mind-


Never-ending patience a fixture

Sensitivity in moderation

What makes me?

Who am I?

Happy, Angry, Childish, Mature but-


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