Is it the same old me?

I fear not.

Change is good,

but for what?

Confusion, indecision

cloud my thoughts,

I just wonder..

Can good be a loss?

Pretentious I was before,

Given up that side.

I know this is better, but-

-others now sigh

The ones supposed closest-

complain day and night;

With their cemented expectations,

unable to accept me in new light.

It just makes me sad

That my happiness hurts you,

I know you care for me

then why do I have to choose?