The Playing Card
the playing card
by americus
i am the jack of all traits
which means i can be everything i hate
my thoughts buzz still like flies on the wall
yet he still catches me when i fall
can i ever be truly well rounded? when will i start to shave down?
watch me be a performer, my mask solidifies into a frown
i feel so special in my dressing gown
perfect appearance to let my thoughts drown
who am i to be mad just because dad gave up when he was sad?
nobody here chooses who gets to be glad
i can keep a steady pace in mind
yet when i go to sleep my teeth still grind
i’ll give myself a gold star in the middle of my face
watch darting eyes be amazed with grace
the jester once a servant makes you laugh
my body boils in the bath
i’m the jack of all traits
i am not what i hate
my brain uses what drives me crazy as bait
the minds eye sees every side and it’s debates
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