Best and Worst

I am the best and worst kind of person.

I can see the beauty in everything around me,

but not myself. I can truly love someone

else, but myself is a different story. I am

not the kid from  four  years ago.

Others say I’ve changed, maybe they’re

right, as the wind blows, as the flowers

grow, as the world snows, as life goes,

I change. I curse people’s names,

I refuse to accept opinions that conflict with

my own. I go through addictions.

I am selfish and unappreciative.

But growing up isn’t bad. I am no

Pan. I cannot stay a kid forever.

I am appreciative and selfless.

I beat addictions. I enjoy opinions.

I praise others. I have changed.

I know I am not without fault.

I live with a dark shadow

hovering over me like a nimbus

feeding off me like a parasite.

My happiness and love is its weakness.

So who cares if I have changed?

I am the best and worst me

     I could possibly be.

          I hate me. I love me

               I am changed