I'm changing,
I am different than,
who I used to be.
I used to be:
the sweet girl,
next door.
Now cheekiness and nastiness
has taken over,
my sweet persona.
I'm changing,
I am different than,
who I used to be.
I used to wear,
natural make-up
and hair.
Now my hair is chopped,
eyes black, lips red.
I'm changing,
I am different than,
I used to be.
I used to be;
a curvaceous size fourteen,
with cute clothes to show,
the sweet girl inside me.
Now I go to the gym;
lost a stone, now am a size eight.
My clothes are tight, and
short, skimpy all day and night.
I'm changing,
who I am to,
who you want me to be.
I do not know if I like,
the new me.
But if you like it, can I,
go back to the real me?
I'm changing for you.

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