"What are you?"
A question asked by many
Tumbling words come along.
Pose it to me,
And the instant reply is-
Distant.
Crazy, Happy, Passionate...
Words used to describe me
But what remains unsaid
Is that it's all very new!
Reflected by something bright-
Orange.
Surrounded by love
Occupied with company
But sitting in my room
Solitude my companion
Silently watch me and you'll see-
Happiness.
Interference prickles
Independence bursting at the seams
Distaste the reflection
Yet, the dark periods shrink
And one thing not in the heart or mind-
Influence.
Never-ending patience a fixture
Sensitivity in moderation
What makes me?
Who am I?
Happy, Angry, Childish, Mature but-
Smiling.
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