The Change...

I'd to neither hide nor to seek,
Or,to edit before i could speak;
All was a miracle-no taboo-
No weakling in red,green and blue.
The voices were soft and the music slow,
I could even rejoice in the echo;
Everything was mine,no need to share,
Well,i sure didn't find it unfair.
I had nothing to pout about,
And i did drift without a doubt,
Before something did snap,
Between wants and ends,creating a gap.
Now,the need was to find the cause,
So it began after a pause.
I did list family and friends,
And everyone who did pretend;
Soon,the list was long,poised to grow,
No substantial outcome,yet,to show.
At last,on top of the mound,
The cause seemed to 've been found;
It was,my shaken faith-
The perpetrator of the emotional scathe.