Shifting

Brown haired, Brown eyed, My sister, No-one ever stared, What started it? It started with food coloring, On the end of your hair, The clothes that where tight fit, Then you changed high schools, You were confined, Couldn't do what you wanted, Anger built up in big pools, I went on camp, When I came back, A big punch mark in the wall, Like a stamp, Then the depression and anxiety began to kick in, The cuts on her arms, The self-done tattoos, Hurting outside and within, Only wearing black clothes now, Chockers and lots of rings, She cut her hair off, Getting more piercings than nan would allow, She was starting to be called Emo, When I started high school, I defended her, But her self-esteem was already very low, Her escape from reality was sound, The music took her away from reality, The lyrics interested her, In music she felt happy and found, She dyed her hair black, And changed her name, The brightness in her eyes, she used to have, She still does lack, Her humor is still perfect, The jokes she tells, And her laugh, Still have a positive effect, No matter how much she has changed, She is still my sister and I still love her.