ever-changing girl

29 Oct

Not a whole lot here is still the same…

I thought small towns aren’t supposed to change?

Because I feel like a stranger

where I once called home..

Heck, I ruled these streets

not too very long ago…

But, maybe I’m wrong…

& it’s exactly how it was when i left

I’m such a different person…

with so much to regret…

I can’t stand to face those

Who know who i was,

because I would feel so ashamed

for all I’ve become..

Everywhere I’ve left,

I’ve left behind a little piece of me…

But I heard all that before

…when i wasnt listening…

I’m an out of control tornado,

I’m lost in a jungle of fright..

burning from the fire

I started to keep me warm at night..

A spinning kaleidoscope

my confusion morphs & twirls

is my picture always changing?

or am I just an ever-changing girl?

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Posted by on October 29, 2011 in introspective, Poetry, Reminiscing


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