What I've learn most about myself

Is people change, for better or worse,

But not me.

 

I seem to change but I am the same,

Same personality with the same name

Perhaps it's the bottles in my mind-sea

Washing to the shore of my tongue,

Glass ripping cold words once hidden.

 

Maybe it's the way my waves can be small or huge,

When they crash destructively, nobody is safe,

I notice the little details

I know when you don't listen,

And you think I'm a fool,

I know all, but I'm the silent type...

So loud, but so many unspoken words,

 

Perhaps it is that my tides never explain,

They aren't hot nor cold,

Walk along the shoreline and the temperature changes,

My feelings are mysterious,

So I am forced to hide them with a smile,

Because why I am sad is too difficult to say

 

My lack of toleration,

Arrogance, belief in only myself,

Never changes.

I am me. I can not change that.

And that is okay.

You can't change it. I am not yours.

Changing is not for me.