I have grown very cold hearted
I have become very mean spirited
Then it may be true
That you are product of your surroundings
I never would have believed it
Ten years ago, when I had hope
Hope for everything
I had dreams, they felt so real
I had plans, they filled me with ambition
I had nostalgia, and that invincible feeling
Anything was possible
Life felt like an amazing journey
I do not know what one choice set this wrong
A series of events is most likely to blame
My life story
Just this series of events
Resulting in a cold hearted, bitter old man
He lives alone and carries much hatred
Hatred towards the world
Hatred towards the events of his life
However, far less is the hatred for these things
When compared to the hatred for himself
A man I sincerely do not wish to become
Yet still, every day I grow just a little closer
I watch myself slowly transform
Unsure if the result is reversible
Unsure if it is even possible
That this other person I've become
Could simply be banished
From body and soul
What has become of me?

Please, give me hope.