Change- The act or instance of making or becoming different

Change- An alteration or modification

Change- Something I can only dream of seeing

  When I got in the car Tuesday afternoon I expected you to be tense. I expected you to tell me your side of the story. I expected that the moment I dared to not take your side for one miniscule thing for you to go off.

  I expected your harsh voice. I expected my tears. I expected everything but the words I was about to hear. I expected all the possibilities except for what lies before me.

  I saw something that I haven't seen in 3 years. A chance of you considering to change. I looked into your eyes and saw that this was my only shot on making things better. Better, so whether I stay in leave I can have faith that my siblings won't turn out like me.

  3 years ago I had a chance. A chance to make you see your errors but I didn't see it. How could a 13 year old know what was happening?

  Back then I was young and naive, but now I'm little less of each. I was able to take your words and make them true. Perhaps now you can see that there's something wrong with you.

  You said at the beginning that everyone was in the wrong including yourself. You said that you knew where you went wrong, but at that moment I knew that it wasn't true. I had to subtly point out all of your faults in what you could show me. I had to position my body to say "Come on, tell me."

  And with every lie that fell out of your mouth. With every truth just turned around. I knew that from you I wouldn't hear the whole story, but with your text messages I could form a new glory.

  Imagine a glorious day where we all feel ok. Where we actively try to get better. But that won't come, not for a million years, so I have to try to make you change you.

  Manipulation is your game, so it's fair that I beat you at it. I can take all the words you make and twist some truth right up in them. I can feed to your lies and bring some truths. I can dance right over you. My words can hold so much power when you finally shut up and listen.

  I 'agreed' when you said that mom was crazy for saying that she had tiptoe to not offend you, but I then I turned and around and made it obvious, danced on my toes and my opinion clear. I said "Please don't get offended" and every other variation. I made this part of my dance clear. I said it with every new thing I had to say to hope that you would pick up on it.

  I said that it was in your nature seem all controlling. I said that you just give off that vibe. I said that you can be a little bit excessive at times. And I said that you need to stop getting so offended.

  The last thing I attacked was your refusal to listen. And I knew from your silence that you finally listened. I brought up every recent occurrence of you blowing up. I pointed out that you always get lost in your thoughts. You shut everything else down and say that I'm wrong. Not even thinking for once that you're in the wrong.

  I know that in the future this will get all turned around. You'll my words against me, but now I have found. I've found a new way to defend against myself. I just have to take what you say and make it true for myself.

  It's a dangerous game that can leave us both broken, but it's a chance I'm willing to take if your pieces all scatter. Then when they're picked up I hope you're put together better.

  My heart, soul, and mind can barely take this.  My body is always left shaken. But all of this is in the name of hope. The hope that you'll change. The hope that I'm not being naive. The hope that I know what your words mean.

  All I have is the hope that you'll get better. I hope this doesn't end up as a failure.

Change- Something that's right around the corner if you're willing to take that step