I Am

I used to worry about the past,
but now I enjoy the day.

I used to be afraid of what was behind the curtain,
but now I am anxiously pulling it open.

I used to judge a book by its cover,
but now I try reading it.

I used to think of myself the way others thought of me,
but now I respect that I am unique.

I used to paint my life black and white,
now I paint it with loads of colors.

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