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I am, I'm, I was, I will


I'm, I Am, I Was, Am I? Why so many ways to say who I am... who I was? If you asked yourself that question I think I should probably mention The person I was yesterday, I Decided they could not stay so I invited who I am today So they can pave the way to Who I'll, I will, be tomorrow. Before opened the door to the 'was' That was me All shy and afraid to speak. The me that I see through The framed glasses of the past Would have said Ash... You've got some class. Who I am decided to leave The door ajar to the 'was' So that the 'Am' could see Who she used be All shy and afraid to speak To the Am that is me Smiling and happy and free. Not free from torture or sadness But free from the question game the 'Was' used to play that kept her From lifting her voice to the shoulders Of the was so she could have reached Who I Am A few years earlier. Who I Am knows Who I Will be. Not only is she free and happy but She can see who was, and who she was before. Now she is confident, grateful For when she was shy and when she was free. But no matter who I Was I Am and I Will Be It is all me. Shy am I still, Free I am Still, I'm confident And I always will be.
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