Would you still want to be my friend,
Even when I change
Even when things happen
Even when I turn
Would you still like who I am?

Would you still want to be my friend,
Even if I'm changing
When weights get pressed on my shoulders
When burdens get heavy tenfold.
Would you still like who I am?

Would you still want to be my friend,
Even if I changed
And my morals went askew,
And I acted differently from before.
Would you still like who I am?

Would you still see me,
As who I was,
Even if my voice turns harsh,
Even if my body becomes old.
Even when my morals gone wrong
Even if I change.
But,
What am I?

_writers note_

I'm so sorry, I just don't have much inspiration to write at the moment, and if I do write, it's random things like this. ;-;

But anyways, to the poem thingy. I have no idea. I was actually just walking home after dinner and thought of wings. Then it became this thing.

Welp.

Yee