Complaining in
My head.
A rapper is
About set an
Obsolete trend.
Poet of fall.
Singer of a
Doomed dawn.
I'm a comedian
Who's being
Laughed at.
I for sure am
An astrologer
Banished by the stars.
Like a politician
Who talks less
And is kind.
An overthinking
Piece of charade.
A self-sabotaging
Kind of facade.
On the surface
I look calm.
Take no offense,
Or mean harm.
But inside,
On myself, I stand
Holding a knife.
Hurt people,
Hurt people,
They say. And
If you come close,
The knife can
Turn around.
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