Sense of Me In the Past

I was sad today; 
Because you begged me 
To think of your good points, 
And I never told you any. 

Rest assured there are many, 
Very many, I would have liked 
To have told you them 
There and then. 

I tell you so much about my past; 
Quite a lot of which is conflictive, 
As if several mes 
Were struggling for supremacy. 

Much of the time,
There was a pretty normal me; 
Oh don't get me wrong, 
I was always an attention-seeker,

But I really do genuinely struggle 
To make sense,
I really do genuinely struggle
To make sense of me in the past.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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