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His head was the devil's drum
He, the only audience
His nerves provided the percussion
Symphony of chaos

His face bore an actor's expressions
The world, his audience
His spirit provided the deception
Silhouette of darkness

His ears were open to Ravens
He, the only receiver
His 'mastery' provided him with council
The Citadel of misinterpretations

His voice bore a Politician's trickery
The world, his audience
His struggle eluded them all
The House of Cards

He is you, he is me.
He is stronger than before
He is here to stay
Life

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After feedback from multiple people in relation to the difficulty faced in understanding the poem, I have decided to write a paraphrase.

1st Paragraph:
The person's head was the devil's drum- this is suggesting that the person was facing many difficulties; the devil was beating on the person's head. 
However, he hadn't shared his difficulties with anyone; he suffered in silence.
The nerves in his head have been compared to the strings of percussion instruments; the difficulties made his nerves 'vibrate'.
This caused a chaos.

2nd Paragraph:
The person's expressions were fake and not representative of his own feelings.
The world saw his fake expressions but they were not able to detect the troubles behind that face.
Silhouette is essentially the border line of objects and is usually represented in black lines. Although, silhouette is already dark but the phrase "Silhouette of darkness", is important because the person was facing difficulties (Darkness) and his expressions that were on display were just a fraction (border) of his true feelings.

3rd Paragraph:
The person heard bits and pieces of information from around- The 'Ravens' carried the information.
He used his apparent mastery and maturity to decipher that information only to lead to a whole array of misinterpretations which escalated his difficulties.

4th Paragraph:
Politicians are great with words. They possess skills to convince the public that all their problems will be solved; and it's only later that the people realize that those were just fancy words. The person here has been compared to the politician because he spoke confidently and did not let people get an idea of his struggles.

5th Paragraph:
The person is not someone specific. His struggle, not only with his difficulties but also with how he handles them, is a natural thing that everyone goes through. But this made him stronger, strong enough to not give up and face the world, again!


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