When,

the autumn leaves lost their red,

i spent more moments living inside my head,

i learned to appreciate my bed,

i knew i wasn't the same as i was.

When,

i noticed the injustice,

the crowds of those wandering relentless,

the abundance of sadness flowing like trenches,

i knew i wasn't the same as i was.

When,

i gaze upon my parents' facade,

the curses muttered from those who i applaud,

the imperfections of the one i called God,

i knew i wasn't the same as i was.

When,

i became able to appreciate those more,

the love of my family and friends didn't feel a chore,

the excitement of the future filled me with joy so sure,

i knew i wasn't the same as i was.

When,

i learned to heal and grow as the forests do,

i learned to love and accept all of me true,

i learned to not give a fuck if my demons pursue,

i knew i wasn't the same as i was.

Because,

i am stronger,

wiser,

resilient,

loving,

accepting,

prospective,

lost.

All because,

i am not the same as i was.