Bye old self, go somewhere else.
Take your old ways, leave my days.
I hate you, you know it's true.
I find you repulsive, disgusting too.
I was never who you played to be.
Deep inside , happy wasn't me.
I lied to me, I'm sad and lonely.
Now get away, let me feel lowly.
You shall die with the past.
My hatred for you is vast.
Leave me, leave me at last.
Without you, I'm recast.
Recast, casting off the past,
free from foolery of false masks.
Feeling truly free, truly me.
Feeling bad feels lovely.
Author notes
Here is a poem I wrote about how I've pretended to be happy in the past and how good it feels to let myself feel bad
What do you think,gently speak your mind .
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=] I really like this buddy, it is good.
Well said.
Gwen
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