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The Odd One

Sometimes I forget that I am the odd one.  
The one that brings the passion,    
Of which so many others thirst.    
    
I forget that my rosy demeanor,    
Is what causes others to linger,    
And gather together, instead of disburse.    
    
I can make them excited,    
Make them feel invited,    
Make them laugh, and to spill their truth.    
    
And although I am humbled,    
I am terrified and troubled,    
Because of what I can do.    
    
This light within is an obligatory beacon,    
That I wish I could hide as it sparkles & glistens:    
Within it, is also my curse.    
    
Just being around, I somehow,    
Bring out the best in people I surround,    
But, sadly, I know the truth:      
I am also capable of bringing out the worst.
Written by PencilScribbles (Scribbles)
Published | Edited 26th Jan 2023
Author's Note
If only they knew how sad I am.

It's not about pretending, it's about not wanting anyone else to feel that way, while also being blessed with abstract & idealistic visions.
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