I couldn't resist writing about it this way. I've written several versions of this...
Who am I?
a favorite color?
A favorite food?
A favorite band
when I’m in the mood?
A job?
a pension?
a person
who gives off tension?
a friend?
someone who’ll be there
till the end?
a villain?
Is that what you need?
[why pick me?
I’d rather not
“do that deed”]
me?
does anyone
really see
the me
inside?
are they not looking?
am I not willing
to reveal
all the colors
that make up me?
am I afraid
for you to see
what’s really
inside of me?
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