All that I once had was love.
Now all I have is hate.
I often ask myself how I got lost along the way.
Was I never good enough for this world?
Or was this world never good enough to me?
When I was younger my expectations were clear.
So how did things get so cloudy?
I find the older I get the more negativity starts to set in.
I used to be lit up on life like a lightbulb at first light.
Now I find my spirit black as the night.
Positivity comes and goes like clouds on a sunny day.
I have no consistency other than pain.
Yes I know I'm most likely to blame.
This isn't a poor me .
I don't need anyone to feel sorry.
Not that most ever would.
I've seen many sunny days.
I've weathered the storm through the hard times and the good.
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