I want to change. (sad)

Im the way i am,
i cannot change.

I'd shoot for the sky,
but im out of range.

do you think im normal?
or do you think im strange?

go to the place ware people go,
and you'll see me in the firing range.

taking hits wile i move the targets,
just trying to rearrange, and to change,
the tings that drive people insane,

to change my life,
yet it remains unchanged.

poem by Poet of the River
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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