My Poetry

Change

I wanna change who I am.Not because I'm told to,but because it's time.
I should get rid of some of the things I own because to me it's just old dirt and grime
That hat from that sports store, the shirt from 9th grade, the memories I'm forced to keep but I didn't want to stay
I wanna change my wardrobe to something warm and light, to things I can wear in summer but also on a cold winter night.
I wanna change my hair, either long or short, short enough to not get messed up in the wind, but long enough to brush out of my face.
I wanna change the shape I am, it's time, it just feels right. But every time I try to my pain makes it a bigger fight.
I wanna change the way I think, of school and also of me, so I can focus on goals I want but also on things for me.
I wanna change the way I love, not much but ever so slight. So that eventually I fall asleep next to someone and never again have to text "goodnight"
I want to change who I am, which is a long and treacherous fight. But knowing who I wanna be and having the support really helps me reach that light.