Not Me

 

This year I've learned the value of life

so many have gone so quick.

This year I've learned the meaning of strife

the election and politics.

 

Through waves of blinding pain

I've stumbled through 2016.

Wondering what we've all gained

still wondering what it all means.

 

I am not the same as a year ago

I'm hardened by reality.

My self and ideals I do not know

this isn't my cup of tea.

 

In fact this isn't really me.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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