Home Is So Sad

People change themselves to fit the way others see them and instead of changing back, they fully become that new person, even after the influence has disappeared. They wither in this new form because they have no life to sustain them, they are ‘bereft of anyone to please’ but they cannot change back, what once had such promise is nothing but an empty shell, ‘a joyous shot at how things ought to be, long fallen wide’. They appear the same from the outside, but that original love has ripped out what was inside and replaced it with something else, something pathetic.