We are paradoxical In nature Positively charged Negatively grounded We all can be quiet Pleasantly unpleasant When resisting becomes aggression
As cowardly unsung heroβs Our absence is persistent Who could contain the vastness of our existence? Donβt bottled it up in a broken heart Like the Tin Man for instance Hiding behind such fancy words Our identity becomes missing
Oxymorons all of us As we shift from our left to right We find our balance in between Our shadow selves and what is right