i feel forsaken for the simple fact
that words do not touch nor affect me
i deflect the reactions that i do not want
and instead reflect the kindness that has enveloped my soul
the callused jokes i performed are no longer welcomed
for my sarcasm is not funny as it once was
misunderstood and mistaken for someone from the past
my familiar face does not welcome new treatment
but my will commands so.
i shed who i was a long time ago
the exact date escapes my mind but who i am
is much different from who i was i reflect more of who i am
from several years ago from my innocent adolescence
but i am have been fortified with strength and endurance
from the fires that i have gone through.
friends and family reflect the man
and the man displays his character
it is time for me to surround myself with friends
that reflect who i am and not what i was.
