I packed my bag

I packed my bag and in it i put 

guilt

I packed my bag and in it i put

guilt and insecurity

I packed my bag and in it i put

guilt insecurity, some bitterness and jealousy

i threw  in pessimism too and a whole load of resentment.

then i wondered why i had no room

for love, hope and contentment

i carry that fucking bag around

the weight of it just drags me down

i take it everywhere i go

directionless i move so slow

it saps all of my energy...

shapes how i interact with people

and how people interact with me

it leaves me feeling empty

it leaves me feeling lonely

when people see what's in my bag

the less they want to know me

so i unpacked my bag...

threw out the guilt and insecurity

the pessimism and jealousy

took away the self pity and the 'oh poor me's'

chucked out all the bitterness

and all of the resentment

and this time filled my bag

with love, hope and contentment

i also found that I had room for joy and gratitude 

and the bag that i now carry gives me a different attitude

it is nowhere near so heavy

my footsteps are much lighter

i find i smile that bit more

and my outlook's so much brighter

it shapes how i view others

and how others now see me

i try to face each new day

fuelled by positivity

my circumstances ain't that much different

but life don't feel so bad

I guess it all comes down to

what i choose goes in my bag