What they think?
What they think of me?
I know exactly what their minds have led them to think:
They focus on my outside shell; the skin.
One word = automatic eccentricities...
Why does it have to be?
The people around my small circle have seemed to find plenty of weirdness on my shell and on the inside of me.
To them, my aura is awkward.
No, my friend.
Even if you caused me to decease, you wouldn't be able to discover everything that I have within.
Trying to show you is like wasting your energy on a blank wall.
They have their mixed opinions of my humanity.
However, their auras are sour - ALL of them.
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This poem is for Suni99 . I know it's a little cheesy, but, I hope you like it anyway. ❤️❤️❤️
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