I only have one face, but so many sides
I have one soul, but there's something that hides
Beneath my skin, beneath my smile
It's so different with its own sense of style
I am human, I am my feelings
I have no grounds but I have ceilings
I am words, written in poetry
I am bones, lost in a cemetery
Words, with action only towards others
One child with two different mothers
Written on stone, blood is the ink
A rosy flower with a lethal stink
I can't be mad, and I can't be sad
I can't have everything I ever had
One big smiley face with brown eyes
I tell the truth when I tell lies
Can you understand me, can you feel
A heart of ice locked in steel
I won't change, even If i could
I understand the misunderstood
"Such a lucky girl" that's what I heard
My curse is like a hummingbird
I just know my place in life
I'm music with a high-pitched fife
I'm words, just words with meanings
I'm one of Edgar Allan Poe's poems with his raven screenings
Does it make any sense?
I think it's the thought of suspense
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