A Unique Individual Lives In Me
I don't look like anybody else on the planet, you see...
I don't think and write as others do to hide pretense:
my aspiration is not to be someone else,
because a unique individual lives in me.
I had lots of friends in my teen years,
sadly, not a true one I could remember today
and that friend I found only in mother not others...
many regrets I have, but that bitterness has faded away.
I learned by watching, pondering, analyzing and comparing
vast differences in character, deed and action...
it was like seeing actors in a drama: each one expressing
their feelings, expecting a positive reaction.
Sometimes I see myself as a modern philosopher with definite
thoughts on logic and theories...and most certainly
not a Plato, Aristotle or Socrates, and as amazing as they were,
they would criticize and scold me with their harsh words of antiquity.
I sympathize with anyone who has suffered a loss:
it's the humanness that defines and completes me;
I am more patient than anybody who carries his cross,
because a unique individual lives in me.
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