You run around as if you knew it all
Yet you hunch your back at the sight of the unknown
place your imaginary tail between your legs
What do you know?
It is as if your hair on your head lay like a blanket covering up who you really are
It is as if your eyes on your face sit like stone
You're as clear as a ghost
I can see right through you like the air I breath
The things you do.
You take but never give
and what you take can't be given back.
You take control.
I am a horrible poet!!!
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