Change.

After being yelled at,
And left by three of you,
I really do realize,
That I must change.

But I don't know how,
So, will I fake it until I make it,
To be happy?
I guess I won't tell you about the progress.

I will isolate myself in times like that,
Because, truly, it is my fault.

I don't deal with the problem,
I blame.

I must look back at the three fingers pointing back.

But how do I change,
Without help from you?