If I hadn't known
I once was happy with my lot
I didn’t know any better
I once was a person people forgot
only used as a lever
until finer things came along
i’d seen a whole nother light
and what I had before
was nothing compared to this new sight
but this new found grace
didn’t last as long as i’d liked
and so I turned my face
when I get less psyched
before I was ignorant
didn’t know what I had was bad
till I got something better
now i’m stuck with what I had
knowing what i’m missing
it’s the most unbearable pain
the things that i’m now listing
I say in overpowering shame
This poem is about:
Me