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Puzzled Me

PUZZLED ME I am complicated In a poetical kind Of way A masterpiece, A jigsaw, A journey A maze, Figure me out, Like thick fog, And haze I have many pieces Please don't gaze My mind thinks Differently Some would say It imagines life As scary, Everyday It has flaws and pieces Put together like clay I'm afraid on the Inside Where my souls hide, And play, Tommy's my name But Ronald's got game I camoflogue well, Each piece A story to tell, Piece one Piece two Was all about you The love cycle, The time my Cuckoo flew Pick a piece It might scare you Do you have the guts Or are you afraid too See the red piece Next to the blue Suicide attempt Like a constant sneeze Ahchoo Ahchoo Today I'm John Tomorrow I'm Sam, Each piece represents A different man Liar on Thursday Single right now On the weekend married I know you wonder how I'm no schizophrenic I'm Doctor How I Alex takes a bow, Don't judge me please, Just a man lost Inside of me I see many people Talking to me I talk back It puts me at ease So here I speak My poetry All the lyrics From the many me's I'm Mr Complicated Did I make you freeze Cause being like this Puzzles me " (c)2017Copyright All Rights Reserved By Suzette Campbell aka Poetic Prophetess 9/8/17

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Date: 11/30/2017 8:31:00 AM
such an amazing poem... it is very true this is how many people are, no one is who they are because they don't know who they are that will be accepted in society, each day you have to be someone new just in order to fit in. this poem made me feel the same way while I read BLUEBIRD by Charles Bukowski
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Suzette Campbell
Date: 7/14/2018 12:19:00 AM
Thank you, Anna, I tried to touch on all aspects of everyone's personality as we are all different in many ways yet similar in our personalities yet we try to be different to please society.

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