How Did You Change? Poem by Achim Wollscheid

How’d you find such shame, the following kind,
With marks like yours?
These things happen to good people, so I heard someone say,
But I didn’t expect things to happen to you this way.
You’re that happy kind, that cherishes spots of sunshine,
And that melancholy kind, that silently struggles all the time.
It’s not hard to love you, so everyone says,
Because you’re that lovable kind that hugs the discouraged.
How’d this shame come to find one such as yourself;
With marks like yours, how’d it track you down?
You’re no longer that kind that is everyone’s best friend
Because, as of late, you feel the need to pretend
And shape-shift all the time.
We cannot accept that kind that is not real.
You’re that kind that always wants to kill
And hurt and corrupt and harass and abuse;
That kind always singing the suicide blues.
You’re not that smiling kind, that laid-back kind you use to be,
But rather something like blackened, blowing debris.
You’re such a fine person so how’d you find such shame?
How’d you become this way, how did you change?