who are you?

who are you? 

who watches me

i haven't a clue 

why can't i see

we used to be

the best of friends 

we were always free 

we met no ends

it wasn't long ago you said 

that we could be no more

who are you, you changed you head

and left my high hopes on the floor

who is this person i used to know

that used to be so bold

cut at the roots a flower cant grow

preserved not even by the cold

who are you that doesn't see 

all that you destroyed

not my friend could you be

all you do is look annoyed

i watch you and think 

of all tour joyful cries

now all those memories stink

for they were only lies 

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

It's sad that we all know people like this, people who change into something . . . deeper, darker than who they used to be. I've seen it too many times . . . worst of all, I've seen a lot of it in myself. Too much of it. "Who are you?" I often ask myself that in the mirror . . . this is a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it. :)

[marie]

Thanks I'm glad you like it:)