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Sometimes I wish I were different.

If you knew me,

you would probably agree.

Yet part of me accepts myself

as I am now.

Not because I find it appealing,

but it's change me into deal

with circumstances.

My characteristics changed,

not for the better,

but for the mere fact of defending

myself from this world.

My attitude,

my tolerance

and apt for change,

were greatly affected.

I wish I could be that reserved and

quiet guy I used to be.

Before I learned to be different.

I know I am not estatic about where I

have come.

And I wish I could blame

my past for my the demons

I face now.

The things I try to rid myself of,

the traits that I do not wish to have,

the lifestyle I want to forget.

But here I stand,

all of me,

trampled, beaten,

bloodied beyond who

I used to be.

I can't say it's for

the better.

I am a product of my own making.