What kind of person you are,
And accept that, I guess,
Because change is just too far,
It's nowhere in site.
The best you can hope for,
Is a rearrangement of your circumstances,
To hide the traits that abhor,
And try to avoid the outbursts,
And angst about how things are,
They're exactly as your body determines,
From now until ever more.
Try, instead, to let it all go,
That's the only way not to let them interfere,
Your fears and inadequacies,
Existent, only while you hold them dear.
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