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Jan 2017
How do we change who we are?

The perception of yourself, from everywhere; near or far.

I've searched inward.
I had hoped something would jump out at me, but it did not.

If I could remember what I've forgotten, it would help thicken the plot..

I look at peoples ****** expressions as I gauge my retort.

I see disappointment in their faces, for something as trivial as the way I hold a fork.

I have a basic comprehension of how the world works.

I am often too difficult to read and come off as a ****.

I am quiet when there isn't much to say.

So I listen, and wait.

I ponder what I can add to any scenario or situation.

But I first have to rise above all my own mediocre expectations.

I pretend to be comfortable in the company of others.
Maybe it shows through?

There are many questions I ask myself, yet I get few answers.

What is it that separates you and I?

Where does the respect that people have for one another come from?

Where does it go?

What sets us apart?

Is it our upbringing?
Is it derived at birth?
Is our destiny laid before us, for all the years we walk the earth?

For my beliefs, I need permission
Wishing
Wishing never comes to fruition.

I enjoy my quiet, but often times gets dull.

Too much time spent thinking,
Can make one want to crack some skulls

What's wrong with me?

I say, "What's right with me?"

All anyone ever wants is acceptance,
Mixed with a little common decency.

Treating me as I treat you all in good harmony.

Synchronized in thought and sending out only good vibes.

A give and a take.

A Yin and a Yang.

Not the spewing of words.

Words spoken or not spoken; proper, or slang.

Just a general, fundamental statement to let us know we maintain .

Some acknowledgement.

We may inevitably, some day, drown in a pool of our own self pity.

But we do.

We do feel sorry for ourself.
"Poor me, can't ever catch a break."

Never made aware of it, until it's too late.

Dashing off, never to be seen again,
Like a high school prom date.

The ups and downs.
The highs and lows.
Bare naked to the world.
Totally exposed.
Underneath my color, coordinated clothes.

Knowing, isn't always the answer.

Doing, is.

Do it.

Just do it.

Let yourself win.
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
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