I
wrote a poem
and
someone asked me if it was about you,
but
from you, my mind and I do roam;
we
are not stuck together by invincible glue.
I
reread my words
and
asked myself why that question was automatic.
Was
it not my own voice and experience heard?
I
guess it could apply to anything really, thought based in specifics.
I
rewrote my life
as
I moved myself away from what was,
but
that’s still a part of my past strife –
not
only in glimpses and fuzz.
Why
does public eye choose what gets over-blown?
Am
I no longer a person on my own?
The changes sometimes are good, don't be afraid, it's a 'normal' thing, it's no nice on the beggining, but after become nice, trust me, and my best regards on your change!
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