Who I am

Trace low level amounts of blood in my veins

The constant ticking of care ever pains

The idea of sacrifice has long been martyr stained

Like a dresser with all the drawers locked

It would be better if we both got socked

If I was the only one to learn a lesson I wouldn't be shocked

I'm thinking much like me and how I see

How I take the time to be someone different

Someone new 

Someone nothing at all like you

You may have changed what I do

True

but not who I am