Turns Of Fate Poem by Michelle Dragonfly

By a twisted turn of fate,
You become what you hate.
And by then it's too late.

We don't realize that what we say
Is rarely taken the same way.
The time for change was yesterday!

What's the point of saying sorry now
If you don't really know how?
Nothing will really wow, not now.

We all impact each other.
You say one thing, then do another,
Not seeing the tears in the eyes of your little brother.

People say they understand,
They say we had to take a stand.
Are we really just a brand?

By a twisted turn of fate,
You're becoming what you used to hate.
But by now it's far too late.