poetry

“Who I Became” Poem

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—

rRevisit 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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