An Old Poem

I was just going through my emails and found an old poem of mine.

I thought it was pretty good so I figured I'd share it with whoever it is that
visits my page.

Here you go, a little Vintage Jonny:

Media had taken me away from me
Confused and unsure of what i wanted to be
Categorized peers made being myself tough
Retaining my own image had also been a little rough
I was the shortest in my class, looking up to everyone
Spoke with a high pitch tone, I sounded like Maryon

Now I'm me myself and I know where i fit in society
Im optimistic about my future and have created a path to fidelity
I've also become more of an individual, going in my own direction
I am ok, but i know i will soon be in need of some love and affection.
Finally, I am looking down on others, and my voice has changed
To fanticise is a hobby, which is kinda strange.
But through all of this, I've learned one main thing
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I think I was looking ahead in this poem
Because the 2nd part seems as if i was saying it now, but this
was all written in the same time.

It almost stands correct. Other than the "voice has changed" part

Hahaha...

until next time people. Take care