Poems

Change

I watch you,
And you act like
No one knows.

Doing everything different.
From how I used to know.
Then crying when you are blamed.

Bringing people down
With that sharp tongue
Of yours.

Now as you continue,
Your actions remind me,
Of the people who surround me.

The bad crowd.
The "popular" crowd.
But that's only a label.

Labels don't express
The pain
That crowd gives.

Their kind eyes hide
All of the looks they reveal
When their victims aren't looking.

I feel like a victim of yours.
The pain piles up,
Until I can't hold it!

My love for you,
Is gone.
Has been gone.

I avoid you.
But I always see you.
I watch in pity.

Others suffer under,
Your wrath,
Under your lies.

But I also wonder,
Who made you
This...This...

This almighty King,
Only ruling over
slaves?