Is different so bad?

The people I use to loved become apart from me as the vines tear to shreds.

I come to live to see different in the world. Why is different so bad?

Is it because people change and we're afraid they'll change for the worse?

Everyone comes to tell me I have changed but for the worse or better?

Is it true I'm not who I use to be?

Or do I act differently around you than them?

Maybe change isn't so called bad?

Change is what makes us who we are.

We can't live without changing.

We change from being babies to elders.

Change is good.

Change is bad.

However whatever way it goes.

I believe there's no harm

In change.