Change: the act of altering; to make different. To stay up with the current, assimilate with the apparent, take on a new form, of oneself to become the norm, and conform. Personal change: the growth a person may undergo, a different attitude, outer look, inner feel, to try and heal, a social wound, fissure, that controls one with-or-without preference. Everyday, we’re under judging eyes which always despise, and I prophesize, that beneath it all lies, a conspiracy of opinion but they’re not alone for you too are a hypocrite, ignoring what doesn’t seem fit, and hoping those not your choice get away fast, but that your friendships will last cause of course you’re doing nothing wrong. But we’re scared to death to hear the reality of the conforminality that catalyzes the tragedy of individuality for better or worse, to lift up the curse of our being and acting. When you see a tragic flaw in a character do you stop and think what if you told them about that they do wrong, would that then be wrong, or would letting them continue be wrong, digging deeper into a hole, upon failures they dole, as they’re fitting a role they have built and can’t escape from without a smack in the face to erase from their case any trace of behavior and character the world looks down on. We each find out one way or another from a friend or our brother or sister or enemy our true color. Think about that. That you might wake everyday and enter a world where people mentally turn their backs to you, try to get away from you, ostracize you, inhibit you, release you, expel you, delete you, forget you, ignore you, and most importantly but not limited to: let you keep falling until you hit the ground and break your spine and when you’re in pain there will be no one to come to your aid, and so you will forever fade. Wouldn’t it be nice and even entice us if someone with the guts could even suffice to say the truth would hurt us but what’s worse for us. Ignorance is bliss is no longer an option if we wish to change one must first know how to change, why to change, and everyone needs that friend to read us our personal history textbook to open our eyes to the past that we’ve sewn.