Mistake
You told me how my dreams should be,
And although only God knows why, I listened.
And, for one dismal year,
I followed your dreams instead of mine.
As I looked into your far-off eyes,
My pen sat forgotten on the desk,
By the little lamp I did not light,
And I didn't understand
Why I could not write.
I lost myself in you,
And finding me caused months of pain.
It will take me years of work
To trust myself again.
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