How could I like myself
If I don't know who I am?
I must admit that I am ingenuine...
Every manurism of mine
I have stolen from someone else
So if I am the sum of my parts...
Then I am the way
One old friend waves wildly when greeting
I am the way
Another gestures when excited
I am who I am
Through the poetry one taught me to write
I am the obsession
My neighbor has with good art and good cheese
I am the way
My brother jokes in any situation
And I am the way
My mother gives hugs
So if all I am
Is the sum of my parts
Then I am the sum
Of all the people I love
Maybe I can like myself, after all
- Author: Euthyphro ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2023 02:02
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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