Sometimes I forget who I am,
I am worse than I pretend,
I am different then
I ever thought that I would be
But then something happens
Every time I open the book,
The book of my thoughts
From so long ago
The tears from my eyes
Leave and smear the page
For only four years ago
I cannot believe I’d changed so much
The poetry of a diary
Of what I thought and did
And nothing compares to exactly where
I unfortunately stand today
Where did I go so wrong?
When did I start turning
Into the rebel I hate
But that I don’t want to change?
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