changing personalities
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I'm Not Who I Was
I'm not who I was and it's the strangest thing.
I don't think the old me would recognize Me anymore,
but that's ok.
Because I'm starting to realize, love, and adore
Myself.
I hear you giggling, but I am uninvited
You cant imagine, how I feel whited out
Your eyes cuss me in disgust, bruised in unpleasantness, igniting my plight, like black kite feeding on my dialect and intellect.
Dreams
Float up to me.
Whispers
Of what could have been.
Moonlight
Soaking a road
Song
Filling my ears...
Wishing
They could have been
Me.
