Change

CHANGE

I'm changed,
It's like yesterday, I remember,
Was playing around, carefree,
Not caring bout sick society, being edgy;

I'm changed,
This distressing cruel world did,
No more that sunshine girl,
but busy faking,
Real me forgotten long ago;

I'm changed,
Mind's a mess,
Only wish's to be left alone,
Can't muse sharing worries;

I'm changed,
I miss the mingler me,
That friendly one, the present.
The cold me, I hate the most;

 
I'm changed.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about my life.. its my secret my life and the ways i changed. 

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I Love Me

Even the crazed, inconsistent, wrong, jubilant, pensive, confused, intelligent, odious, critical, fine, smiling ME.

.

Me

.

Balance is the need

for the hour of considering

me. Time is the

fulcrum for measuring

the strengths and

the resistences

of me. Take a scale

put me on one side

put life on the other side

and wait for it. Yes.

Balance.

.

Stella Crews

11-16-16

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