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A mentor can be one you adore,
A mentor can be one you abhore,
A mentor must be one in which you learn more,
More than before.
In times of ignorance,
When I thought the world made sense,
When I thought I was looking down to peasents,
When all actuality I was the one people resent.
She guided me to blindspots,
Places in my mind that I'd boycott,
Corners of my being that I truly thought,
Held no flaws... but it was just a thought.
I rejected it to be true,
Couldn't let insecurities come through,
Eventhough the temptation would be easy to breakthrough,
And because of my stubborn being I had lost you.
Though I lost an important significant,
I do not repent,
I do not hide in my tent,
I don't treat my emotions like overdue rent.
Thanks to your harsh words I am free,
I now know who I am meant to be,
I can live my life honestly,
Never to live for the others but to live for me.
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