Changed! ! ! Poem by Jonas Blueford

You try to. Change me with your lies
having me trip on whats right.
Puting my
flaws and dislikes
into a box to the side

you change my life
with expnsive gifts and events
that last so long
before goodbye had exist
you try to take away the glory of life

not knowing
what you just put to the side
my hopes my dreams
my life has just been. Cleaned
from what i feel

is truly me
now i stand on the side
of the little oak tree
hidding from life
and all that is free