Marginal

Alone is like bone so incomplete
Only structure without the meat
Though it appears so often neat
Sitting next to you is an empty seat

Control is a bowl without the food
Used as a hat when you're in the mood
Fills your belly with only attitude
Consume, consume while not renewed

Mad is just sad in a different shirt
To the screaming child we must revert
Does not to gain only gives out hurt
Love is there but remains inert

Pain is just gain without the yeast
Unleavened bread hardly a feast
But suffer through and be increased
Forgotten far as the west from the east

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