[Is this who I am,]
By forgetmenot
Is this who I am, An empty piece of soul? Just another lie told, A substance of below. A serious blowing fuel, With nothing left inside. With flaming anger, With no decisions to decide. I’m a failure to my life, And the all the possible choices, I should try and start over, And listen to those voices. Make amends for my mistakes, And the damage in my past. I am going to start off with the time, That went by too fast. See me in a year, You’ll be sure and recognize That glowing bit of soul, That took off that disguise. *aliThis is a basic poem of regret in every choice i made, no matter if i at first considered it a good choice, i always managed to find an ounce of bad to taint the choice Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 08:28 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Is this who I am,..."