You display anger defeat and a world you haven’t yet met, to make your own

And if there’s someone you love that feels lost and alone

You turn cold.

You challenge everyone else but don’t care for yourself

You make me so mad that I wish we hadn’t met

But then I return to that sentence and I feel regret

You destroy all my hope and give me it back

in the satchel you brought with a camera and pen

I give you sticks you make me a den

I give you heaven and you give me Hell

You display your emotions like a pack of cards

Each day is different but you play it well



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