I Am a Complicated Person
I am cut into a puzzle,
with a picture that's black.
My multi-paneled face
is where I shelve a horde of masks.
I quip and gibe,
for I am a toddler.
I have wisdom
but only because of you, father.
I bend and fold my heart
to match any sword.
Which results in rocky coldness,
where love strikes not a chord.
I constantly seek,
to no avail.
And when it comes to life,
I seem to always fail.
I try speaking,
to send a message.
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Fill my pause with your own adage.
But be Truthful
and make me see,
through this complication,
Oh! For you to speak
would break me free…