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I feel myself changing
Not giving thought to thy thinking
Is she well ? I often ask myself
But then the mirror replys with a frown .
I am slowly changing
Not for the fun of it
But for the need of it
For the pain of it
Looking back she promised not to leave her old self behind
Maybe it's time she lets go of the toxic
Maybe this has to happen for her to be strong
It made her broken but it brought her strength
And strong she is.
Yes I am changed
In a way am still in a shell
Needing to break free
The air is suffocating
Change is what I need
Change it is.
YOU ARE READING
Deep thoughts
PoetryI blocked them, I swear I did. My emotions are not toys kids buy to fulfill their new, short , lived obsession. I am not only good until boredom shows up to your door step again. If I must remind you I am human just like you; being used makes...
