I Don't Like Change
I Don't Like Change
I don't like change But it tends to like me
I have always been Type A
But the world wants me to be Type B
I have done so much for others
But they don’t put in too much thought for me
So I move things around to not be a bother
And they don’t let me set healthy boundaries
I don’t like change
But it tends to like me
I get a lot of headaches
They’re probably chronic, you see
I have to plan my whole day
To make sure I am ready
To sit through a noisy crowd
To sit outside in the sticky heat
Cause when it’s too loud
It can turn into a migraine, dizzying
I plan out each week
To have a good balance socially
And I plan out my meals, buy groceries
Don’t want it to be wasted money
I don’t have a lot of social battery
So that balance is necessary
But when it’s been many hours, and it’s dying
I need to be respected, but they start complaining
Will I never be enough?
Empty cups don’t give, they break
Will I ever do enough?
They want each minute, nothing to go to waste
A couple years went by
I gave in to it all to be polite
All I did was get married
They said I left their events “early”
Eight hours isn’t enough
Ten hours isn’t enough
Twelve hours isn’t enough
My whole life wouldn’t be enough
I don’t like change
But it tends to like me
Even good change, it scares me
I have no regrets except getting nervous
But I had to get there, that’s the scary thing
Someday I’ll look back and it’ll be worth it
New classes, new jobs, interviews
Wedding planning, and apartment hunting
I have everything and nothing to lose
But be happy and keep smiling
Grief, heartbreak, and lost causes
I wish I could go back in time
I wish life could be put on pause and
Give me time to figure out what to do with mine
I don’t like change
But it tends to like me
And there’s people who wish I’d change
To bow down, to say “yes,” to let them control
I’m no longer a people pleaser, I don’t play games
I’ve learned to protect my happiness and peace on my own
I don’t care if they don’t like me
I don’t care if I have to fight
I know who I am and will be
Until the day that I die
So while I cater to a world not built for me
One where people only show their best takes
A place of “fun” social anxiety
One where I’ve faked it until my life is made
I’ve changed a lot for the better in the last half decade
I became less Type A, but it will never leave me
Why can’t the Type B ever see it our way?
This is why I killed the people pleaser inside of me
Time taken advantage of
Other people have too much power and control
One day I told myself I’d had enough
I was allowed to say “No.”
So I changed, ISN’T THAT WHAT THEY WANTED?
I became different, but not like they’d imagined
They twist it, call me the bad guy when their lies are confronted
Some relationships, now I never care to mend… and
I don’t like change
But it tends to like me
So I stay happy with the people who make me feel happy
They know who they are, they will always have me
I don’t mind tough love when it comes from a place of sincerity
Not the kind from narcissists who paint me as their enemy
Constant changing schedules and last minute plans
You’d think were no big deal if they weren’t habits and
Rearranging schedules constantly felt like a slap to the hand
“Why wouldn’t you cancel everything just cause I asked?”
Because the lack of respect for my time and my place
I gave the benefit of the doubt too many times too count
“Why don’t you plan at least a little head?” I’m done saving face.
I’m the bad guy again, because I had to say no, and their silence was loud
But I am very understanding
I’ve had to be the one to change things
But I have respect for others as they should for me
Until they make me lose respect, then it starts downspiraling
I will never let someone take advantage again
I have changed enough, now it’s their turn
I had followed along and helped put out their messy fires then
They are surprised and mad when something starts to burn
I will not change for the worse ever again
I wish others knew how empowering this felt
The people pleaser inside me is mostly dead
So now I have control of the hand I was dealt
I have always been Type A
But the world wants me to be Type B
I don’t like change
But it tends to like me
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