There are so many layers to me
more than the eye can see
Like a rose that stands out
but not purposely
Crimson Red from the passion that flows deep
Never quite understood
Not able to fit in
Not capable of being apart of the popular blend
My words are direct, bittersweet, full and complete
I am simply complex-ed
Beautifully Human
If you cut me I' ll bleed
Delicate like the leaves that fall from the cinnamon tree
I have feelings
I love hard
I cry silently
and I will agree to disagree
I will lash out and throw a temper tantrum or two
Some layers are stubborn and need to be worked through
Human
Perfectly Flawed
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