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My thoughts
Sometimes I wish I were different.
If you knew me,
you would probably agree.
Yet part of me accepts myself
as I am now.
Not because I find it appealing,
but it's change me into deal
with circumstances.
My characteristics changed,
not for the better,
but for the mere fact of defending
myself from this world.
My attitude,
my tolerance
and apt for change,
were greatly affected.
I wish I could be that reserved and
quiet guy I used to be.
Before I learned to be different.
I know I am not estatic about where I
have come.
And I wish I could blame
my past for my the demons
I face now.
The things I try to rid myself of,
the traits that I do not wish to have,
the lifestyle I want to forget.
But here I stand,
all of me,
trampled, beaten,
bloodied beyond who
I used to be.
I can't say it's for
the better.
I am a product of my own making.
