My Life Is Ever-Changing Poem.

So, this is my Poem.

Hope you like it.

My life is ever-changing

I have lived in many places.

I danced around a tree.

I have slept on the streets of Birmingham.

I once presented a talent show

and pretended to be a midget.

I don't have a job.

I am English.

I am an English man

nearly.

I am a jukebox

that always has music.

I have walked barefoot

10 long miles.

I am but a word

in the world of poetry.

I get called a freak

it gets me down

sometimes.

I have impeccable balance

when I've had a drink.

I don't know what I'm to do

in this world

or with this poem.

I am reading 'Christiane F'

an autobiography of a herion addict.

I have been to Europe

exploring the south coast of Spain

delving through the culture of Prague

eating the delicacies of France.

I have been reduced to tears

on a day I hoped never to happen.

My life is ever-changing

I went to Gay Pride

I saw some amazing things.

I have daydreamed

in KFC.

I will follow

the path of many.

I like to stare

at the sky.

I've gotten lost

many a time

searching for the answer.

I am a leaf

fallen from the tree.

Am I ready?

to make my own way.

I am waiting

for someone

to find me within this murky mist.

I hope

for a lot of things.

I am scared

of the unknown.

I watched

a man cry

and just stood there.

I have heard a scream

in the night.

I am on msn

talking about weight loss.

I am lost

lost for words.

I have taken a seat

in the middle of the road.

I am creating

the path of many to follow.

I have tinnitus

it is sometimes hard to bare.

My life is ever-changing.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I love taking photos

capturing the moment

to look back at the memories.

I am drinking a cup of tea

and listening to The Kooks.

I am quiet.

I stay hidden.

I once struggled

caught under a wave of emotion

but I pulled through.

I spent a week

in a city of lights.

I love adrenaline.

I lost you.

My eyes water but I'm not crying.

I'm happy

for you.

I'm jealous

I wish it was me.

I am a last resort

it gets to me

occasionally.

I miss someone

but I know I'll never see them again.

I don't believe in God.

I believe in Karma

I met some people that changed my life

for the better.

Patience is a virtue.

I hate waiting.

I felt the rain

on my skin.

I've seen many sunrises

but many more sunsets.

I like the cold.

I remember my past

I see it through a fog

but the picture's as clear as day.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I am surrounded

by writing.

I once thought I was alone.

I used to Rollerblade

I lost the knack.

I realised

I have to fight

for a place in this life.

I walked through a river.

I fell out of a tree.

I arrived

to nowhere

and stayed there.

I am an English man

nearly.

I have a passport

that is rarely used.

I am foolish.

A spontaneous family

causes disruption.

Arguments

tear me apart.

You know how to put me back together

again.

My life is ever-changing.

I participate in competitions

just to lose.

I don't wear necklaces

I have many.

I am cluttered.

I don't know where I am.

I had a shopping spree

in a pound store.

I will repeat myself

until I am heard.

I sink into the shadows

to see if I am missed.

I watch the walls close in

as a result of paranoia.

I'm fed up.

I have expensive taste.

I tumbled

and broke my collar bone.

I fell

and broke my arm.

I tripped

and bruised my ribs.

I am accident prone.

I am clumsy

because I try not to be.

The Crying Girl of 1965

makes me think

why is she crying?

I like purple.

I like open spaces.

I dislike hairdressers.

I love green eyes

but hate the colour.

I hope to travel.

I'm being followed

by a shadow.

I don't know what I'm to do.

I have a habit.

I've been left out

I don't mind.

I've been forgotten

it doesn't matter.

I have an imagination

full of innovation.

My dreams are nightmares

I can't stand them.

I'm supposedly crazy

so what are you then.

I couldn't care less

I care more than anything.

I am spinning.

I am human.

I live in a world

full of democracy and communism.

I go from one extreme to another.

I love the colours of my eyes.

I have an addiction.

I'm addicted to a life of material.

I'm chained up

to these memories

the key's long gone.

I'm here to stay

I'm not going anywhere.

I can't sleep

I haven't tried.

I'm restless

It is early

It feels late.

My life is ever-changing.

I am holding on

to the handle bars of existence.

I have nobody

to turn to.

I used to have you.

I lost you

where'd you go?

I have sinned

many times.

I have nothing

to hold me back.

I will force

my way into the world

I need

to be known.

I carry around my name

and that is all there is to me.

I am true to myself

but I may lie to you.