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//Monday, August 3, 2009 7:51 PM
isnt it amazing?
that a place which once caused such angst, such isolation and seclusion Can now provide such insight And reflection to the days when we knew all Yet we knew nothing It used to be i Who,inadequateas i was,sat alone and longed to be Everything i could not. I thought the world revolved Around what i did not have: Money,Beauty,Power. And perhaps a portion of it does, Still a greater portion of it doesnt. I longed so long to be beautiful I didnt realize i already was In my own special way. And now that the years have passed by, i realize everyone has their own little insecurities. Imagination kicks back, And reality sets in People dont need pretty face. They need an open heart,A listening ear, An encouraging word. How shallow seem now The popular "heroes i so foolishly idolized. The friend i held in such high esteem Was the same one who tore me down. I thought her to be so perfect And set her as the prototype i wanted to be. Only now do i realize All the time spent wishing i was someone else That someone else was wishing they were me. Such wasted time we spent Seeking out lives that were not our own. Years later when the boys are all grown, And our clothes out of date, Upon which memories which will we truly look back and smile? I think they will be The ones when we became ourselves. when you hold fast to your beliefs and live true to yourself,your real value as a human being shines through... |
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