The past, it may be over <br />but is it really changed? <br />I wish I could forget it <br />but my life's still rearranged. <br /> <br />I'm always told I'm 'different'. <br />There are things I just won't do. <br />These things that make me strange to them <br />I owe them all to you. <br /> <br />Because of how you were then <br />I swore I'd never be. <br />Somehow I lost myself in this <br />although I'm finally free. <br /> <br />I won't even look at alcohol. <br />Oh gosh, no way...no how! <br />My kids will never see me drunk. <br />Not later and not now! <br /> <br />You'll never hear a curse word <br />be uttered from my lips. <br />Although I may be thinking them <br />while my hands are on my hips! <br /> <br />I seem like such a nut case <br />to all who don't know why. <br />I don't waste time explaining... <br />I couldn't even try.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-different/
