Changing.

Scared...

Confined in this prison of conscience

Biting my nails

Hoping nothing's wrong.

What to do?

Why would you do this to me?

'HA-HA' this is what you get. You tell me

'No. No one deserves this' I yell back.

The pain.

The sorrow.

The unknowing of what's to come.

Changing...

For the worst or better?