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Forgive me,
For I am not what you see.
Everyday I wear a disguise,
Whats true, is beyond your eyes.

Fizzing Calmness,
Defines my name.
I touch every soul,
Everything seemingly in my control.

My feelings,
My stoic smile, shows nothing.
I wish you could think,
That probably I was bluffing.

I carve,
I die to be true.
I need your hand,
Even when I am scoffing at you.

I can live without you,
But please don't leave me.
To me, you mean nothing,
You are a part of me.

I notice, most of my poems are sad. They are so because, when I am happy, I am too happy to write, I can express it with something as simple as a smile.

While the reverse is not true.