Change of Credit
Written by Mary Dang
June 13, 2010
Did I do a good deed?
Was it right to agree?
To support them,
Even though I feel like a broken stem?
Being taken apart pieces by pieces,
And having the shattered emotions increases.
The thought of creditability,
Even though it's only 3.
Being taken away,
As the name suddenly fade.
Becomes someone else's,
Who doesn't think the same.
But only has one comment,
That it was a good present.
It becomes a gift,
Without even knowing my mind starts to drift.
Laying my head right on the bed,
Thinking to myself as I laid there dead.
My passion has just become someone else's,
Who doesn't understand the passage.
It becomes their voice,
Making changes as their choice.
That makes the image difficult,
And the original as an insult.
The last thing will happen,
Is the change of credit in pen.
Suddenly I don't recognize my face,
Because my name has been erased and replaced.
Change of creditability.
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