Change

Too much is never enough.
Too much time on your hands with nothing to do.
Twitching from boredom, knees shaking, hands trembling.
Wanting to smash things, anything.
The human spirit held hostage, afraid of its own release.
Forced into submission, to become a changeling, too afraid to unleash.
Yet never changing into something worth notice.
To become the chameleon, blending in, never showing my true skin.
The true faces that even the owner is unsure of.
When it comes, it comes fast.
Unprepared are those who see it.
Not liking the experience.
So hidden this face stays, from all the world.
Wanting, needing to get through.
Showing the possible monster that could break free.
All this talk of the light, wanting to be consumed in their sight.
But the way is a path, suddenly blinded.
The darkness is taking over, they’re hiding.
Screaming for the way back.
But it’s defining and pointless, and So, I’ve turned my back.