you ask me to make a change

a change I would like to

see in the world.

I do not understand.

If I could, in theory, change something, it would be

me

I would change me, simply because I don't want to be

me.

Cue the false happiness and patronizing

assuaging

murmurs.

That's all I hear are fuc--effing murmurs.

I apologize. I felt like I 

needed to censor myself, but this is

poetry, so why the hell not?

Anyway, I

digress.

Changing changing changing

at this moment I would like to change my idea

about this poem

for this poem, sorry

that was improper grammar.

ANYWAY. the topic

at discussion.

a wise man once said that

you should be the

change you see

in the world.

so instead of changing something else

I need to be changing me

in order to make an 

impact.

Right?

It seems like what I've been doing so far

hasn't been working. Has. not. been. working.

It's not my fault, per se

but the awful levels of seratonin

in 

my

brain.

so...

change me. I

wish to be changed.

I'm not sure if you understand how

vague I've been so far because

I don't want to give myself away.

But change is necesary if I want to be

a different me.

Change is cruicial

to possibly even save my life.

change me.