I sit here and look inside of me
And wonder what I am made up to be
I know I am only human and have my flaw
And thinking back on my younger days wanting more
There are some things that I wish I could do again
And not cause the heartache that others comprehend
These are the things that now play through my head
And I'm my harshest critic in those things that I dread
© Paul Warren Poetry
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