This poem started out in a thougt about me, and then I thougt.. well who made me, me?
My parents, both of them. I love them - though silly and sometimes to serious, all that has happened around them them has seemed to only make them... more them? I know this does not make to much sense.. so here it goes. Read it with or without this in mind...
Everything I
am
Everything
I am
Is
everything the world made me?
Everything
I become
Is how I react
Everything
I do while reacting
I do
thinking of everybody else
Everything
I am thinking is because of what happened to you
What
happened to you was out of your control.
Everything
is not out of my control, I learn that from another you
I learn to
enjoy every moment
Everything
I am trying to do is enjoying
I AM
TRYING, BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE IN ME
SnitzDK
... Ok yeah, it's a Miley song, don't hate - hear.
I'm out , SnitzDK
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