Not me

I sat and thought on what I’d done,

Of things I’ve said, of battles won,

Though my life was sometimes dull,

Things were there for me to mull,

Can I change the past I thought,

Could happiness in life be bought,

At times I was running quite free,

It’s just a shame this was not me.

I lived a life of secret lies,

I wasn’t me, there’s no surprise,

I loathed myself, I hated me,

But that was who I had to be.

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