it's funny how time, changed the way you look at me.
silly as could be,
that same time, leaves me so incomplete.
but nobody cares, I'm misunderstood.
nobody knows, I did what they thought i never could.
I became the girl in me, who doesn't care about jealousy.
changed my mind, changed my heart.
but the same girl from the very start.
nobody knows, and it feels so good.
cause I'm proving them wrong.
I don't have to be the center of the world,
as long as someone sees that I belong.
it's funny how lifes a hypocrite.
expecting change in me, when it's the same as it will ever be.
day and night. come and go,
so does rain, so does snow.
people call it change, but I can see,
it's just a repeat of reality.
I never, never knew,
life and I are cut from the same cloth.
I am who i am- just a repeat of reality.
(repeat of reality)
and changes i see were always inside me.
just going through the cycle.
the seasons of reality.
and I was always me.
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Repeat of Reality
Poetrythis hopefully is saying that people don't change, the strength and good I've found within myself was always there. sometimes it showed and other times it really didn't. I never changed or became better, I was always this way, it just wasn't that si...