Old poem

A long time ago I found a poem I wrote in high school — what a delight! I mean of course it’s terrible but it’s true, like everything you wrote in high school

It’s part of Nature’s cruelty
To make each one less than he’d like to be
And to wrap our gifts in pain
and painful discontents
So that it’s not always easy for me to say
“This is what I am”
And no force of will can match the force of nature
In making me
Exactly what I never wanted to be

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