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Reinvention


Submitted:Feb 11, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   


I didn't like the 'me' I was,

So conjured up another;

Warned too I could be sued because

My mouth worked like no other.

'Me' never thought before I spoke,

A blessing and a sin;

At others fun I liked to poke

And sometimes raised a grin.

The 'me' that hid behind the mask,

The one that said, 'all's great',

The one who feigned she was first class,

When knew just second rate.

The 'me' who seemed to have it all,

A charmed and rich existence,

The 'me' who was no one's fool

And met goals with much persistence.

That 'me' dressed in designer suit,

Adorned with jewels of style,

That 'me' took conventional route

And went the extra mile.

Which brings me to the 'me' I'm now,

The truth, I'm still unsure,

Though know I am who I allow

And have both less and more.





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