Okay, I realize that the subject of some of my poems is becoming rather redundent, but it'll change soon.
Who I was
By AniSky
My life changed so much that night,
When I crossed the construction site,
Now my life is full of fear,
The end, or worse, may well be near.
The person who I used to be,
Really is no longer me.
It doesn't seen as if she was real,
Who she was, the emotions she'd feel.
Am I her, or am I not?
The girl-- the things she'd do alot.
She was always brave, always bold,
But when had I turned so stone cold?
But I can't dwell on that small thought,
Or on that memory, I'll be caught.
I can't go back and be that child,
For my heart has turned cold and wild.