I've become someone I no longer recognize,
whose actions couldn't possibly be mine.
I've said things I'd never thought I'd say,
to people I was too scared to tell.
I've allowed the mistreatment of a kind heart,
while trying to rationalize it to myself.
I've heard things that were never spoken,
and allowed it to push me farther.
I've crossed lines I would have never thought to,
blindfolded to avoid my principles.
I've had pain and sorrow and heartache,
for no reason at all.