Sunday, July 17, 2011

Change.

Things are changing constantly,
Before my eyes.
I can't make time stop,
To completely admire it all.
But from what I see,
Things are both
Wonderful,
And awful.

I guess it all depends,
On how one views it all.
With an optimistic view,
One sees how wonderful change,
Truly is.
But from a pessimistic view,
It is the opposite.

But what if the change is bad?
So bad it could alter ones life,
Not for the better,
But for the worse.
What if you are the only one that sees it?
Do you say anything?
Or do you look back in a few years,
And regret not saying anything.

7/17

Why are you afraid?
Am I that scary?

I didn't lie to you,
When I said I liked you.
But you didn't give me,
The time of day.
And let's just say,
My patience is short.

So now I am done,
With all your bullshit,
Your games,
And you.

I hope you are happy,
Because all I wanted to know,
Was what made you happy.