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I used to be, but I'm not
I used to be when I was young
Full of life and full of love
I expected things were hard
My family dealt bad cards
But together we were strong
so nothing could be wrong
I used to be when I grew some
tired but so in control
I had simple goals to reach
I was learning what to preach
Then my father died one day
I wasn't sure I'd be okay
I used to think in high school
that life was hard but so was I
That everything was a lie
I was learning to deny
My family struggled through
I fought for better for us
I used to be a long time ago
smart, fun, bright, and promising
No for it seems no rhyme
I've lost all reason
I have so much and it means so little
In the dark hours I'm a liar, a fake, a dream dead in its tracks
and I'm not what I used to be
if I ever was
This is an awesome poem. Be proud, dude.
You have profoundly low standards, dude.