Does my age affect how people think of what I do?
Do my looks alter what people think of my personality?
If I tell them my beliefs, would they hate me?
Can simply my gender change what something could have been?
Does my outward distract from my soul?

I've changed
I'm still the same
Just did a little growing up
Still my core remains
We can not relate
When you changed
Nothing remained
Except for your name

This pain I feel
You used to heal
These days I'm blue
5 years and I barely know you

She confuses me a lot
She is different now
A winding unstoppable force
And I hate it
I am unable to hold her
To understand what she has become
She is so far away from me
Stepped miles towards somewhere I cannot follow
I do not know her anymore
Who is she to me?
What do I owe her?
She has lost the right to call me anything
She acts as an acquaintance
I just want her back
The way I remember her
When she used to care
To inspire
To be there
When she was still known by my soul
I am deeply torn by her
And she doesn't even know

She come with beauty


She goes with unhappy


As she takes the hearts


She has no mercy


Her heart knows any kindly


She was very smart


She passed and looked


With the end of her sight


The hearts become imprisoned


She ordered ,they obeyed


She talked ,they listened


She pointed ,they raced


She stood ,they stood


She moved ,they followed


She went , they were gone


Who returns that run?