I've changed a little here and there.
There are less people I do scare.
My mom would find me on the floor
with ripped up clothes I know I tore.
While reckless thoughts went though my head.
I implemented them, no bed...
...did I go to, I stayed up late
to have mania, seal my fate...
...of crazy motions, choices too
I was so wrong my whistle blew.
And those that saw were so aware
that I was sick. The things I dare...
...to do were massive, luck was mine
because I had relations, kind...
...and not so gentle when they took
me out to pasture, world they shook...
...was mine. I needed lots of care
to bring me back to life. This tare...
...on my shirt reminds me of that.
The day I changed. The day I sat...
...and thought I about what I must loose.
The mania I could not choose.
Copyright 01-13-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
Sarah Sisson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-revised/
