Poetry of sorts

Change

I'll scream it from my roof,
loud and clear.
If that won't be proof,
I'll just tell how the worlds unclear.

We all may have something we want to change,
I certainly do.
Even if it's strange,
it helps to get through.

What do you want to change?
In our world so strange?

Sometimes we're heard,
while other times were not.
Our screams full of truthful words,
Never seem to be brought.

Sometimes when we scream our change,
they don't seem to understand.
They stare at us like we're deranged,
and we tend to falter with our stand.

Change can be achieved if we have courage,
the courage to stand up to those who doubt.
People who tell us,
this will never change.
Can go privately discuss and make a fuss.

The world is changing everyday,
whether we like it or not,
we should embrace it with open arms.
These changes will be the worlds alarm.