i am not the same
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.
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