What You Made Me Be Poem by Paul O'Brien

Anguish for success is the life I see
I would lament, yet my passion is gone
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be

Optimistic consent was my one fee
For then I become an automaton
Anguish for success is the life I see

A Crimson pill held the new soul of me
Consumed, laden me steel hide, broken dawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be

Old indolent self brought down to its knee
Obsolete it was made, a useless pawn
Anguish for success is the life I see

Only once, the now meek self sighs in glee
Released from the torturous mental brawn
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be

A required evil, never to be free
My protests, therefore, from my mind well sawn
Anguish for success is the life I see
And this, dear friends, is what you made me be