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.