Misunderstood in my misspent youth- I can see those people, now- Those who cursed and praised my name- In the same breath- That hollow person- Anybody could carve out a personality- In- And I could find solitude in my indifference- To them or what they were about- A safe vestige away from confrontations- I was obsessed and defiant with the little things- A pure insanity that few agreed with- A joy of mine you could not measure- I shudder now, to think of the cruelties of my insensitivities- Yet I find I still have it…still- So I raise a glass to those who can identify- And those who can’t- And I say to you all cordially…. fuck you-Birth sign: Libra
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