Changing

One of a couple dozen poems I set to music years ago.

She finds me lying high,

but she finds nothing deeper.

It's a sad affair to see

how easily I complete her.

So I just close my eyes,

and drift away inside.

I call this my real life,

she calls it a place to hide.

 

I swore I'd never be lonely

so I learned to talk among myselves.

It must be easier for you

finding your self-worth in someone else.

Don't try to change the way I feel,

worked hard for so long.

I can be so many people,

I'm changing, I'm gone.

 

She finds me high again,

and speaks to me of sin.

It's the same old tired debate,

then she's off with her friends to pray.

She says that I'm too quiet,

and I live in a different time.

But there are so many voices now,

how can she tell which one's mine?

 

Reviews

[Katherine Moure]

Hello! You were one of my four finalists for my satire contest! Thank you for contributing and I appreciate your work!

[Lyra H]

Really well expressed!

[Emily B]

Among the thousands here in the cafe, it is nice to find a voice that is unique. Your song is your own. Good stuff!

[Jet Lag]

you know i love this.

fav lines:
I call this my real life,
she calls it a place to hide.

I can be so many people,
I'm changing, I'm gone.

But there are so many voices now,
how can she tell which one's mine?