In a world of subtle hues they sway,
Humans, fickle beings, in a dance they play.
Yearning to blend, a chameleon's art,
Yet craving to stand out, a beating heart.
In the crowd, they seek a subtle embrace,
Mingling shadows, a familiar space.
Yet, a longing to sparkle, a desire to gleam,
In their essence, an intricate seam.
A paradox embodied in every stride,
Blending whispers with a radiant pride.
Chasing conformity, a silent shout,
Yet yearning to be seen, beyond doubt.
"Duality whispers in humanity's dance—blending into shadows, yet yearning to stand brightly in the light"
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
