Everything That you thought,
That I would be.
Has fallen apart,
Before your placid eyes.

My ambitions have changed,
Constantly.
Frequently.
So that I can see you proud,
Of your final child.

I am the last born of three,
The only Female of the litter.

My siblings have failed,
Where I can still succeed.

I've become numb to society,
The mask is all I have.
It keeps me alive.

Now,
Even in this battlefield.
I can see a story unfold.

My life,
Has changed.
The adult.

Has awakened.
This will always be known.
As the Change,
OF the last child.