Change

They see me, yet they don't,

I'm always there ready to scare,

A fright beneath the wind on your hair.

Others may see me, but you never will

Until I jump from the night upon you

A bloodthirsty monster wanting to change, until it's to late, to see the real you

Change is a powerful thing

It can change the best of us into bloodthirsty monsters

always trying to better our image for someone else, not ourself,

So in the end, you've got a friend, who's always seen me, always there, slowly crumbling everything familiar. And soon you'll be gone, just a shell left with only a name.