Who I Am Poem by Winter Wyte

Who I Am



The things I did when I was young …
I still do it now; I know it's wrong but…
I don't do it now…
I knew my right from my wrong…
It doesn't define who I am…
It's sickening, when you think about it…
I am a new person…
I can't help being like this…
Why judge me for who I was…
It's an abomination, but I still do it…
That was a "was" not a "is"…
It's become who I am…
What people see it doesn't matter…
It's part of me now…
I don't let it control me…
Whether you like it or not…
It's just who I am…
By this I've become…
It's my way of life…
A monster in disguise of an angel.
And that's how it goes.

Saturday, January 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: identification,you
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
there are two different people talking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Igwilo Vincent Somto 27 June 2016

Now this is the poem that you said had a resemblance to my poem habit I feel we think alike great poet, I love this poem.

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