What have you become? – a poem.

You were once beautiful,

Small, yes,

But so ambitious 

Full of poise, elegance and wonder:

You were once so curious,

Naive, yes

But so precious

Full of youth, love and sweetness.

You were once admired

Shy, yes

But so admirable

Full of life.

Life –

It has been stripped from your eyes.

They have become blackened with envy.

And have tainted your once innocent mind.

Lights up when the darkness appears,

With impure intentions,

No longer the person,

You once were.

And yes, I know.

I sound judgemental.

As if I am looking down,

From a cloud.

As if I have any authority – which I do not.

You are reducing your worth to numbers, the views.

You have changed yourself so much, now, I am confused.

Always being happy for you, but to be happy for the way you have changed, 

Is to be happy when I am in mourning.

For the colours you used to be. The sunshine and the rainbow.

The sand and the sea.

You have reduced your worth to what the world would think of you; of your body.

You pine for the affection of the masses,

You chase validation and fame.

Growing to be nothing more than a grey, empty space.

You are replaceable, indifferent to everything.

Yes, you are the same.

 As every other person who acts, thinks and speaks 

Like you.

There is nothing behind those eyes.

The eyes that were once so

Full of life.