The distasteful change
I miss my old self
Young and naive
Before being consumed up
By the anxiety of this world
Like flames of fire
Engulfing a piece of yarn
I miss the little darling in me
With the purest heart
With high personal integrity
With that passion for doing good
Even when not seen or appreciated
Just for my heart to be at rest.
I hate the way
Society showed me
that goodness nolonger counts
There's only room for the badass
Slowly my heart changed
To what I can't describe now
I'm now stuck
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Tied in an identity crisis
I don't know what to take up
Bad as society wants
or good as my heart says
Praise Kwats
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