What A Poet Thinks

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You sit, you walk, you bang on the doors,

      You sleep, you wake, your house of sanity on moors;

You smile, you cry, you lose yourself to this time,

        Never giving up was your only crime.

You spin around in your best dresses,

    The blue sky smiling upon your golden tresses;

You tire out of pain and mental exhaustion,

      You, yourself are the cause of your destruction.

You smile as you look into the mirror, proud of your achievements,

      Your hard work paid off, in small advancements;

You tear up the schedules, you break your own heart,

      The day you realize, your value was blown away like the crumbles of tart.

Cruel world we reside in, fickle emotions at its rise,

      Nothing consistent, mistakes reprise;

People say failure is the pillar of success,

      You become a human being with the imperfections you possess.