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I am what i am.

I go unnoticed like the insects in your PB and Jam.

I'm practically a poltergeist.

No i'm not, I'm a silent ghost.

Caught by the tongue, but I have a sewn mouth

I'm stuck with myself like Hall and Oates.

Everything looks surreal.

Only because it is.

I have no definite form.

I'm not made of circles and squares.

just a bunch of concepts that society dissmisses. 

I'm sitting, I feel serene while strangers keep looking at me

as if I bring despair.

Their perception is rigamortis in the electric chair.

Admittedly I seem as if I'm in disrepair.

Who or what am I?

I'm in every color as if I was a t-shirt getting tie-dyed.