Being Different

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