i

i

changed

into who you

wanted me

to be

.

it

was

obvious

you didn’t

like who i

was

.

i

don’t

know who i

am anymore

but

.

i

do

know

i never

mattered

anyway

and

.

i

have

no more

tears to

cry

L

swirling down
upon me,
shades of
gray
engulf
in menacing
clouds

a foretelling
storm painted,
the darkness
calls to alleviate
the grayness
about me.

in vain
i reach
yet my palettee
has been
misplaced.

–J