Would I Be The Same?
Would I be the same if not for the pain
That I went through many times in my life?
Absence of agonies multiplied to forge the soul
Inside of my heart.
Would I still be a failure in many respects
And my life be as chaotic as now?
Would I be as kind or selfish or insane
Without the confusion of love turned to hate
Living within my mind?
I don't know, and wish I could know
The man that I should've been.
Maybe that man would be more noble and great
If unburdened by injuries inflicted uncaringly.
I can't have that chance back again, and
I regret this more than I can say.
But I'm grateful for the knowledge I have.
That I'm a better man for wanting to know.
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies