Spoken Poetry

Change

My mom always said I was special, but I never really knew what she meant until now. I guess, going through all the things I went through, you can finally understand the confusing parts of life. The parts where at one moment you see life as a treasure, and the next, you wish you were never born. The parts where it seems like every time something good happens, it slips through the cracks, just to be filled with horrible disappointment.

"That's just life," I'd say, filling my head with lies every time I told myself nothing was like a fairytale or nothing would ever make me happy. I was told that way. That life was a big disappointment with no happy endings.

I was wrong. They were wrong. I just didn't know it then. My heart hurt, my head ached, I was too busy moping around to actually open my eyes and smells the roses.

I couldn't help it though. If you lived my life, took over my brain, you would know why I was like that. You would know why everything to me was a curse of my time.

It would make more sense to see me then, when I was filled with hate, then to see me now without a clue.

I was different. I've changed. Everything around me has changed. I'm not the old me anymore. I am something new. I am something with a different mind, different surroundings, different family.

I am more than a dream, or a hope. I am more than a wistful child wanting a new toy.

I am me. I am life.