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Angry complacency stalks about my life,
sulking at every turn,
trying to convince me that things have to be
the way they are, whether I like it or not.
"I am the way I am"
"It's out of my hands"
"It's not my fault"
"If only things were different"
These are the whisperings in my ear -
Complacency trying to calm me,
make me docile to bend to his will,
Nearly convincing me that his words are my very own.
"I will change things,"
I say, brave words that sometimes sound hollow.
"My destiny is my own, I make my own choices!"
I scream at the world.
So I make my plans to mold my little life
Into something I want it to be,
and I beg Complacency's Uncle Ambition, and
his Auntie Discipline to come, and help me
escape from their evil nephew's clutches.
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