Change

Of all that I know

My knowledge does grow

What does it mean

If I keep my slate clean

The writing on bold.

I used to think cold

I now know its needed

For me to be heeded

Without my emotion

I just cause commotion

and worry to all

I make the call

And my wall it shall fall

But I wait for the hate

To clean up my slate

Start  after the bad

So I do not become mad

I refuse to start sad

Instead I am glad

To have emotions behold

For again they’re written in bold

 No longer im cold