I am not who I was. 

I thought that was a good thing. 

I've grown beyond measure. 

I've learned more than ever. 

It's changed me. I'm proud. 

Proud to say I no longer buy into lies 

Or live so I am ashamed.

But what does it matter if they hate me? 

What relief lies in unrest? 

I face battles in every direction and 

I can only shut my eyes. 

I know I'm not the same,

But I thought I was a warrior.