used
to (JCH -- 7/96)
i used to be a
creep
and i was a loser,
baby,
so why didn’t you
kill me?
i used to be half
the man i once was
now i’m two times
the person
i’ve ever been
i make no apologies
for
who i used to be,
though
there are no excuses
for inexcusable
behavior
the reflection in
the mirror shows
a different man
my eyes are now
my own
and i no longer
wear the face
of the impostor
i have become who
i am
i found myself
by losing myself
by experiencing
numbing pain
and taking myself
to the edge--
an immense and
reasoned unruliness of the senses
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