When you see me;
Do you see pain?
Do you see love?
Do you see hate?
I'd like to think,
I'm a mingling of these;
Shadows and lights,
Of a soul that speaks your language.
When you see me,
Do you think I have pride?
Do you think I'm stagnant?
Nonchalant?
Neutral?
When you see me;
Do you see the laughs inside?
Do you see the cries within?
Do you see the dead and alive?
Should I even care what you think
when you see me?
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