The distasteful change
I miss my old self Young and naive Before being consumed up By the anxiety of this world Like flames of fire Engulfing a piece of yarn I miss the little darling in me With the purest heart With high personal integrity With that passion for doing good Even when not seen or appreciated Just for my heart to be at rest. I hate the way Society showed me that goodness nolonger counts There's only room for the badass Slowly my heart changed To what I can't describe now I'm now stuck Between the devil and the deep blue sea Tied in an identity crisis I don't know what to take up Bad as society wants or good as my heart says Praise Kwats