I see you every day.

I look, I judge, I see things that I wish to change

They say don't try to change others.

But why all the pressure to change you.

Change to become kinder, more joyful, perhaps fitter

more self-control, greater humilty.

All sound so wonderful, but the list never seems to end. 

So change, you. 

Rarely do I miss who you were before.

Except perhaps when you were so young, but had no idea of change.

Maybe you could change to forget what change is, simply be you. 

Regardless, I learn to love you and to charish who you are. 

You are my best friend, my empowerer, and my greatest confindante. 

But often my worst enmeny- I am not sure what exactly to make of you.