Another bad poem

I found myself in many of those descriptions
You analyze me, like you analyze the broken bottle from whipped cream in a spray
Maybe you think, that there is more under the surface
Maybe you think, that all of this is just a mask
But darling, you´ll be dissapointed
There is nothing underneath
Just my feelings and fucked up teeth
Im just a cloud, there is no personality
Having none is my only identity
Im not good with words, im not good with anything
But i know how to act like it
And i dont want to
But i also cant stop doing it
Im sorry, but Im a lie
A dark, transparent, floating cloud
I can be any shape you want me to be
I just dont wanna be, dont wanna be me

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