Identity

Sorry

I didn't mean to do it

But I did

But it wasn't me

Not really

Because it wasn't the me I want to be

It wasn't you?

That's your excuse?

Don't twist the truth 

It was you doing what you do

You'll never be who you want to be

I'm trying hard to change from me

I hate myself

Hate what I see

In the mirror, the man

He needs to die for a clean slate

Change is hard

Won't come easy 

Look at yourself more positively

There's no such thing as full rebirth

Take what you have reshape and mould

Reality is the key

Don't hate yourself destructively

We all have qualities good and bad

Nobody is perfect

No need to feel sad

Keep the love you have

The things that bring joy to your day

Break off what is bad

Let it rot and decay

No amount of money

Determination

Will 

Denial

Sacrifice

Will change you forever

You are who you are

Accept it

Its fact

Take the good with the bad

Bound

I just want to apologise to all my followers/regular readers for my untimely absence over the last few months - I won't be able to post as often as I did but I'll try to write and post as often as I can.

Bound

I am bound by my situation

Bound by rules and regulations

Imprisoned

Bound

To do what I must

Forsake any lust

That may tempt me

While I long to be free

I am bound

Lock and key

Enclosed

Four uninspiring plain walls

Captive

Ignoring freedom

It calls

In my dreams

It calls to me

Take away my bondage to this life

It causes me pain

Anger

Strife

As I struggle.in my mind

I must do what I must

However unfair

However unjust

My needs must priority

Over my wants and my lusts

Yet they define me

So I keep them quite safe

Locked away safe and sound

One day I will set them free

Until then they are

Bound

British Summer Limerick Style

I decided to write about the British Summer in four limericks here.

Because it is a joke. 

(If you're British You'll know what I mean)

Enjoy! 

The sun's shining bright

Our big burning ball of light

Opportunity's thin

This is a rare thing

Today barbecue; then party tonight

Go shopping for food and fuel

Pushing and shoving; a duel

Those fresh sausages are mine

You can have those there in brine

Get to the tinned aisle you idiot fool

Now it's time to pick up the booze

This is a fight, a race I can't lose

Nobody's willing to share

When the shelves are near bare

Glad I'm wearing my running shoes

Back at home at long last

It seemed ages but was fast

I've got a pain in my brain

Through the window I see rain

Summer's already a thing of the past

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