Untitled (as of yet) I've changed so much From who I used to be For better or for worse? That is yet to be seen. Still I am refused. Their thoughts can be felt. Who should judge me, Other than myself? I'm proud of who I've become. I'm better in so many ways. New opportunities await me, Day after day. Why do I hide then As the pressure mounts? Shouldn't my verdict Be the one that counts? Do I keep trying to better who I am? Will what I want be granted? Or is it just a scam? Fate is not without irony-- So I am told. Feelings once vibrant, Become so cold. Nothing is different, Just the characters change. And though time passes, The theme stays the same. ~Shade