THISISJOHN

I remember a younger me
so romantic, or was it?
always falling in love
with beautiful things
that did not belong to me
a wistful dreamer
bound and limited
by my inability
to realise my capacity

or is that all of us?
trying hard to be
who we are not?
or not acknowledging
what we truly are?
I have lived and do live
in so much denial

even now, that I'm older
and so much more wiser
i create my own personal
hell of denial where I am
never responsible for
what I do or who I am

My new justification:
At least I can admit it.