FRICTION OF FICTION


I pen poems not my life.
But closest read my bio,
And misinterprets to the masses.
Clever and stupid,
At the same time.
But no one has ever noticed.

A critic with burning charcoal mouth.
No one stands the words.
Manipulates the masses.
A dare devil, 
Everybody knows my kitchen,
And all drama in my house.

Proud and employed by my life.
My lifestyle is a desire.
Fighting to achieve.
But I don't mix or mingle with sinners,
Though am a sinner too.
Am close to repentance.
Learn and stop pointing.
Because am fictional character.

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