So very mature
Yet still, so
Helplessly immature.
So hopelessly corrupted,
But retaining innocence,
Just like a child.
So much anger, but
Such a calm façade,
Who can solve this riddle?
Is there one who can explain
Or even comprehend,
This paradox called me?
A know-it-all am I,
Who knows nothing.
Called a genius, when
In reality I am
Just another idiot.
So confused and frustrated
As to what am I?
Man, imp, or illusion.
Or a sentient puzzle
Created by god to baffle
The entire world and me.
Fire and ice,
Jekyll and Hyde.
Am I two persons
Bound in one body
To endure this madness/
Or else is everyone
As crazy as I feel?
A cryptic puzzle,
Yet the simplest riddle.
The sphinx’s smile
Or just an unopened file.
Really, who can decipher
This mad mind of mine,
This cipher that I be?
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