Change

They think I won’t,

But I feel I will.

My control is breaking,

I’m about to go on the cliff.

 

I’m poised on the edge,

Ready to jump.

The wind flows through my hair,

I can hear the waves crashing against the rocks.

 

The birds keep singing,

Trying to make up for all the wrong.

They can’t do much,

They’re way too high.

 

I look down at the rocks,

See the sharp points.

I try not to picture,

What I have become.

 

The images flow,

Of the monster they see.

I now see it too,

Staring always back at me.

 

The way I have become,

I hate it now.

But it’s always been there,

Just ready for the signal.

 

I hate this side of me,

The one everybody sees.

I cannot control it,

No matter how hard I try.

 

This I my final attempt,

To get things right.

I jump right in,

Ready to change.

Reviews

[Rose Tyler]

Change for the better. I hope.
Good job.
I think alot of people could relate to this