CHANGE

CHANGE

Here are a few words put together, (This is not a rhyme!!)

Change is painful

Change is deliberate

Change is unwanted

It comes as an option to only those who refuse to change

Place like heaven, which smelled of rot

I lived till I was forced out

For family it seems, is a strong knot

Deprived of friends, music and junk that was mine

I sit all alone, waiting

For things to go back the same again

But change is strange

Before you get what you like

It makes you like something else

It plays games with your mind

Pulls your strings and watches you squirm

Finally it gives you what you seek

Not before it has changed your will

No music to play or listen to

No friends to make fun of or be made fun of

But this gaping hole

Your holes are never filled

It’s a lie, whoever told you otherwise

It makes you like what you hate

And sleep in strange places you cannot vacate

It knows no right nor wrong

What you avoid

It will provide

This is the whole truth…