Insomniac's Lament
I love myself ok most days,
other times my own worst enemy.
Sometimes I just like myself;
yet there's a deep rooted longing
to be someone somewhere else
because I don't like being me!
I like my romantic side,
my practical side,
the impractical and creative side,
but where's my specific place
in the practical working world?
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