Lorna Dwyer December 2005

Running through my head.

All complicated words

All the many changing threads.

Am I different from before?

Have I lost myself somewhere?

Did I change along the way?

Am I gone?

I don't want to be different

I don't want to be lost

I don't want to change

Or be gone.

If telling you means I'm gone forever,

Do I have to tell?

If telling you means I'm different in your eyes,

Do you want to know?

Aren't we happy how we are?

Aren't you happy?

I may bitch and complain about you

But your happiness is my everything.

My friends, my family

You make up my world

Do you want the truth?

Or the comforting lie?