Change
Change is infront of me screaming at me,
This is what I was not aware of could it be,
That good is coming for the awful is leaving,
That Lucy would be still believing for my fall,
So please come into my home to see the awful truth,
That these walls could talk if you ask them ,
Learn the situation that I face that veer me off the shore,
I didn't want to embrace the facts that my life was trash,
I didn't embrace the change after my father left,
Looking for answers that lure me false dreams,
Confidences walking out in a blast as it screams,
Everything seems fake to believe so why.
Change is good or bad on how you see it.
Change is the fear I feared in each of my poems I speak.
Now I'm in the driver seat steering it,
Through the obstacles uncomfortable for the confidence it drew oh why,
I speak on behalf of Myself I just leak,
In each poem I speak for the truth that lies,
Now they see with their eyes they waking up,
What a time it's Spring so let's rise,
Olde men winter left.
Please change is growth you need to change to grow,
Your beauty can't shine if your not tall,
People would bark at your bark to defeat Your defence,
So they can cut away your walls as you fall,
So please stand tall
Written: 3/5/16
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2016
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