Poetic Excuses

Changing

Changes can be fun,
They can be different in a good way.

Or changes can be dreadful,
They can be different in a bad way.

I have changed,
Can't you see?

If you don't like me now,
Sorry it is the way I have to be...

They ask if I am fine,
I don't know.

I want to say yes but at the same time,
I want to sob until dawn reaches dusk.

I don't like people,
I am anti-social.

I don't like loneliness,
I have Monophobia.

I am colorblind,
I suffer from Cone Monochromacy.

I don't like food,
I am not Anorexic.

I have few friends,
I am not one to be liked.

I am afraid of loud noises,
I am a weakling.

I hurt others without trying,
I am a monster.

All this time...
I have been changing...
I have changed.
Changes are never good for me.
Why won't you believe me?
I have annoying changes...
Changing.