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Think of me - 20240619

Think of my name as the sirens you hear fleeting by,

you always hear it, but you never know why.

Think of my laughter as music you hear, birds singing as the day starts anew.

Think of my beliefs as something to be discarded, as are you.

Think of my body not as a temple, but mother nature that bounces back every time you try to hurt her,

always surviving any problems you stir, any attempt at murder.

Think of my face as a shirt you have of a band you've never heard,

you show it to everyone, but your lack of understanding of it is absurd,

after all, you don't realise the hours of effort I've put into making it pretty –

hours wasted in an attempt to make you less shitty.

Think of my mind as the ocean. The surface is shallow and fun with the beaches,

but no one has ever seen how deep it really is.

No one knows what monsters lie at the bottom, and the density there is too intense to escape without death.

Just like the ocean, my mind is of incomprehensible depth.

Think of me as a paradox, a living contradiction, an enigma, questions without end,

I'll see chaos as the answer, the only thing I can understand.