The Bitter Flower

At some point in my life,
A bitter seed was planted in my veins - 
Or perhaps it had been there all along,
And its roots slowly raced toward my heart?
All I'm certain of is this;
I'm not the person I
Used to be. 
I've hurt too many people
And done too many unacceptable deeds,
And thought too many negative thoughts
To continue with my life at
This same
In which I exist. 

Life's a whole lot more complex than 
Dreams, tea, and poetry. 
Maybe one day I'll wake up and realize
I'm not growing any younger.

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