Chameleon of the human race,
perfect stranger deep inside.
A life can be one lonely place,
without anywhere left to hide.
I'm a magnetic like attraction,
with absence of what is fair.
As dark clouds are the reaction,
poor judgement heats the air.
Achievements are devoid within,
just expected to be obtained.
Motivated by the desire to win,
losing, numbness is sustained.
Hope prevails against the wind,
if only I could be carried again.
Author notes
(I am the Almighty Enigma. Fear Me.)
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