I used to enjoy writing.

     I used to hate the government.

          I used to be expressive.

     I used to love you.

I used to be young and foolish.

     I grew up.

          I gained a tainted mind, spoiled by reality.

     I used to be naive, gullible - now I’m shocked and upset by reality.
It’s not what my mind perceived.

                I’m mad at myself.