Self-Observation by Aaron Ace Cook

Sometimes I like to think about trivial things Like why I used to stick my hands in ice water Or whether or not God is real Sometimes I think about scary things Like what the afterlife is like Or what creeps around in shadows when it gets dark Sometimes I think about lothing Isolating myself Making myself disappear Sometimes I think about me being different What if I wasn't like this? What if I was more like that? What if I wasn't such an asshole? But then I think about how far I've come From being an ignorant child to a less ignored And I smile Because I think I hate the old me more than I hate the new me, psychologically in five years where would I be, as I rest my head that's the only question