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Feb 2020
My sides open and unfold
Around each person that I meet

The lies that shape me, the truths I’m told
My greatest strengths create my defeat

If you smile I’ll smile back
Your sorrow will bring out my toughest tears

Though if intimated, I might just crack
Your nerves will swallow all of my fears

I have a side one, side two, side three
I’m a fortune teller my paper white

All sides shape my reality
But each fortune changes in different light

Each flap folded down holds a different me
Every side makes up one blank sheet

A girl that changes due to what you see
You’ll write on it one day, if we ever meet

My sides open and unfold,
Those changes are what set me free

The lies that shape me, the truths I’m told
Each person I know shows what I’ll be
In elementary school I loved playing with fortune tellers, unfolding each side and seeing what the paper thought of me.

Now I feel that it’s not so much the paper telling me what to do, as it is the people. Every person in my life and close to my heart, seems to bring out a different side of me.

How many sides do you have?
Written by
IZ J  15/F/Everywhere
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