Who I Became
By Ashley O’Hare
Fluffy furred dogs
and small frogs on a log
used to make me so happy.
I try to find my way—
Revisit those days
without being too sappy.
Now nature feels gross
no matter where I go,
and puppies are too yappy.
I hate the person I became—
how far I chased empty fame
through every cave and hopeless valley.
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