Can you relate?

Writing a poem about how everything is awesome
 
but my possum it ain't the truth.
 
Sometimes I think I should get my dreams and tossum
 
but I'll blossom, stay devoted and follow through.
 
Created these goals after having been through the ringer
 
I lingered in complacence and met my maker.
 
Drank too much, sexed too much. 
 
Worked too little, Cared even less.
 
Delved into self-destruction, that honestly felt good.
 
Abuse, misuse, and lack of love evolved into autonomy.
 
No longer is their transparency.
 
No longer am I desperate for you to see.
 
I be,
 
who I be
 
and to me, this butterfly is lovely.
 
And although nothing seems better than a caterpillar wrapped in chaos and discrepancy,
 
this butterfly is lovely.
This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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