My Grammarly Emotions

When tickled pink , an adjective I am 

When cyclone writes on my face it's mighty objection

They say: I coil, swirl , polarize

Like a restless verb often does in the company of adverbs

Later in moments if I manage to wear my invisible crown

 I am fixed in a case of a noun; a hypocritical clown

My dark circles are their favourite metaphors

They extract similes from my lonesome Life's chapters

My skin's hues are in their custody too

I act , I read

I rustle, I chatter

I smile loud, or I wink

I often on my miseries sing

And then above all I am Noticed

Like a closed-ended story I am read

Where do I hide my shattered dreams?

Their magnetic pull drag unwanted atoms in heaps

I doubt no bone of my own

Belongs to me Alone

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