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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