By Alex Reed
I will admit this,
I am neither good nor bad.
I mock the weak and cheer the strong,
I allow the powerless to overcome the powerful.
I am the question you create,
And the answer that is sought after.
I am the past that haunts you,
And the future that is invented.
To me, I am an ongoing novel that will never stop,
But to you I am a continuous poem,
One that rhymes but never fully repeats,
I am the lesson that you must learn from.
My stories are neither useless nor boring,
It is you that fails to understand my worth.
You gaze at me as if I have given you access to all my treasures,
Yet when you speak of my presence,
You fail to unveil my true self.
I am a mystery that has been shrouded in darkness for decades,
You will never rid of me.
I will always be here watching over you,
Always recording your every move.
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