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When I was young,
I was better;
I was tolerant;
I was understanding.
I was bright;
I was outgoing;
I had the workings
To go out of bounds.
But I had my love,
My femmefriend,
Who loved me with all her spark;
Who I loved back.
She supported me
Through my training;
She was there to help me
When I was down.
I was cheerful with her,
I was happy with her,
I envisioned living a life with her,
For she was the one.
But then I lost her,
And I lost it all;
Transformed by grief
Into someone else.
I closed myself off,
Hiding my heartbreak;
Channeling the insecurity
Into my behavior.
I became intolerant,
I became vain.
I even blamed a friend
For losing her.
His dream was lost
Because of me,
Yet I had no regret,
No remorse for blaming him.
My ego grew,
And so did my intolerance;
Crushing the dreams
Of many young hopefuls.
I rose up high,
Higher than I ever imagined,
I soon desired more,
More of this power.
But then I saw her,
Not dead,
But different,
A shadow of what I remembered.
I rejected her,
Calling her a freak,
saying she should rot
inside The Pit.
But since that time,
I have changed.
I am better,
Like I was before.
I lead Cybertron,
And everyone respects me,
Everyone thinks
I have it made.
But I am not perfect;
I have something missing,
A special something about which
Only my Second knows.
I still long for her,
I still want to hold her,
To dance in her arms
Like the times of past.
But she is gone;
Forever lost.
Hiding somewhere
I'll never find her.
I wish I'd done different;
Accepting her change,
And giving her
A chance to return.
But I shunned her,
Calling her a freak;
And so she is gone,
Gone from my life.
Everyone thinks I have it made,
But inside, I am empty.
For I lost my love,
And will never have her again.