The only thing that’s permanent is change.
A friend said “you’re weird”. That raised my eyebrow.
Another said “you’re scary”. That made me wonder.
Mom said “you’re stubborn”. I know that.
Dad said “you’re obnoxious”. I can’t help it.
You can’t please everybody.
I was encouraged to voice out my thoughts,
I was taught to analyze what I see and what I don’t.
This is me using God’s gift of wisdom,
Or would they rather see me decay?
Must I please everybody?
But old habits die hard.