Changes

A Poem by DeadShot

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I'm going through changes,

and trying to rid myself

of the monster

inside me.

These claws change to hands,

and as the fire fades.

I'm starting to see,

the error of my ways.

My growl is a voice,

and as these eyes soften,

I see many have gone,

and I see my mistakes.

Those who have left,

give me no chance.

The monster inside

didn't deserve it.

But now as a person,

with the Gothic facade gone,

I realize that I've done wrong,

to the ones I "loved".

And now that

my mistakes have seen the light.

I want to try,

and make things right.

© 2017 DeadShot

Author's Note

I want to add more to this, but I'm not sure where to take it.

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alanwgraham

Hi deadshot, Most of us could identify with your thoughts here. Realising the kind of person we are and the desire to change. We are often our harshest critic and others will not judge us so strongly. As our Scottish poet Robert Burns said - 'Oh, would someone the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us'.
I think you could work on it. A small improvement would be to drop most of the ands from the start of each line. I think they are just taking up space!
Good luck and take care.
Alan