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The True Me
I look into the mirror, what I see does not surprise me. It is a face I see everyday. But I do not like it. Where is the smile? Where is the joy?
That I already know. My joy went with the friends of olde. They happiness went with the love of olde. You know, I have been told plenty that I should be happy. This, it angers me.
"Why does it anger me," I know you wonder. It is the same people that have betrayed the friendship, the same people that are not happy themselves.
But, what I know about myself they will not know about me. They will never know that I spend my days learning. They will never know that I spend each day searching for those who need love.
I may walk alone, this is true. But how many can say they actually do what is best for others and themselves?
That I already know. My joy went with the friends of olde. They happiness went with the love of olde. You know, I have been told plenty that I should be happy. This, it angers me.
"Why does it anger me," I know you wonder. It is the same people that have betrayed the friendship, the same people that are not happy themselves.
But, what I know about myself they will not know about me. They will never know that I spend my days learning. They will never know that I spend each day searching for those who need love.
I may walk alone, this is true. But how many can say they actually do what is best for others and themselves?
Published 24th Nov 2012
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