Perspective is a funny thing,
If I change it,
In an instant...
I see you for what you are...
So disappointing to see people this way,
No wonder I always end up in the same position,
Inevitably alone,
Surrounded by others...
You're just like them,
They're just like you...
I suppose I'll go back to the way I was
Before you...
I was selfish,
I just wanted you to be like me,
And was sorry to know it wasn't possible...
I felt it in my bones,
Ignored for temporary peace of mind,
Leading to a war within myself...
I can never win that...
So,
Here we go again...
Back at the beginning...
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