I would tell you the
truth,
But I don’t think you
could handle it
There isn't any one
clear thing that
Defines exactly who I
am
What I say or what I do
The truth is that I am
many things
Both good and bad,
Kind and cruel,
Comforting and yet so full
of despair
I am an infinite number
of intricacies woven into one
I am so simple a child
could understand me
I am the source of joy
and pain
I am me
I am my imperfections
I am perfect.
~John O’Nolan
~John O’Nolan
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