I've Changed

I put words together to form em into a poem.
Some people write rhymes so everyone could know em.
I just sit back, and reflect.
I’m slowly but surely growin’.
I just repeat a beat in my head.
Speak slow so I could show em.

I remember when Mr. C used to say to me,
“Don’t tell me, just show me.”
But in this case, I’ma need to tell him shortly,
Briefly,
That the old Miguel ain’t gon’ be me.
But you see, we’ve haven’t been seeing eye-to-eye.
I need to talk to you guy-to-guy.
Not kid-to-kid, or man-to-man.
The person you see in front of you is who I am, and
If you don’t like it man, I understand,
Cause frankly, I don’t like it neither.
I mean, I ain’t the little fat Puerto Rican boy rockin a ceasar.
Nah, not anymore,
Cause now I feel, way way more lower.
Now I know why,
Why my customers get high.
It’s because they reached their lowest point.
So what better way to take it all away?
After that, the only problem is wakin’ up the next day.
If you’re disgusted by the way I’ve changed,
I’m sorry.
I know you’re worried,
But it’s like I’m gettin' pushed in the wrong direction in a hurry.
It turns out that my foundation wasn’t all that sturdy.
It’s that the people that we’re holding me up suddenly scurried,
And scattered.
So my common sense fell down and shattered.
I’m stuck in a situation I can’t get out of,
And even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t have mattered.