There comes a time
When we come to change
The change a big one,
With no set range.

People around us
Start to drift away.
Leaving us clouds
Without any of the sun's ray.

We soon realize
That our change is not the best
It is as if
We have broken our crest.

Why become another person?
Another copy-cat.
Someone who wants societies expectance
Just to be another, chasing a rat.

Why not be ourselves?
Even if just for the sun.
Becoming who you used to be.
Someone welcomed and not shunned.