Better Man
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Poetry
As I stand, and look through these bars,
I can’t help to think of my lil stars,
How I wished I could have been a better man,
Sometimes I think, ‘why have I been dealt this hand?’
But I am what I am, and who I will always be,
Because I know I can produce a better me,
The same as I was, just in a different lane,
Because the monster in me I can now tame.
As I stand, and look through these bars,
I can’t help to think of my lil stars,
How I wished I could have been a better man,
Sometimes I think, ‘why have I been dealt this hand?’
But I am what I am, and who I will always be,
Because I know I can produce a better me,
The same as I was, just in a different lane,
Because the monster in me I can now tame.
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