Why am I different?
You dont treat me the same.
You look at me as though I'm a stranger.
What happened other then the fact
that i got better.
I don't want to die anymore.
I'm happy now, not sad.
Did my humor change?
Did I get older?
Do I treat you differently?
My humor did change.
I did get older.
But I treat you the same.
The only difference is that I changed.
I changed for the better.
I am quieter.
I'm less talkative.
I'm more open to new ideas.
I don't put others down to bring
myself back up.
I do what makes me happy.
But even with all this change I'm still me.
Notes: this is about some old friends.
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Random rants
PoetryJust random rants I wrote during school. also please comment I love the feedback and if you see any errors no you don't :D