poem #3

Nothing was the same.
everything was changing.
change isn’t always a good thing
people were different
It was strange.
Everyone was acting differently,
from how they used to act.
Even I was, I could tell
I was becoming meaner
and I knew it
sometimes
I kind of
even
liked
it.
I knew the power was in my hands
and that felt good.
I knew that I could control what I was feeling
what I was thinking
And I liked it.
BUt then you came along.
you messed everything up.
you looked at me and suddenly
I couldn’t control what I was thinking
what I was feeling
What I was doing.
I wasn’t thinking like I normally think.
I was thinking about you.
I didn’t like it.
I had always been in control
of my thoughts
of my feelings
But this time I wasn’t
I finally figured out
that my biggest fear
was not having control
of what’s
going
to
happen
next.