passing out the placards
drowning in descriptions
writing on the name-tags
stereotypical inscriptions
take the easy way out
figure out what I could be
slap a name across my face
but never meet the real me
pick apart the pieces of me
you find you like the best
name them, blame them, show them off
and then hide all the rest
I am so much more than what
can fit on Hello I'm blank
don't even try to sum me up
or make me into something fake
I'm real, I'm round, I'm intricate
I'm confusing and I'm detailed
I've more sides than a Rubik's Cube
and I'm equally as veiled
So don't think you can wrap me up
and stick a bow on top
I won't fit in your box today
so you might as well just stop
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