Mystery

What changed me,

The surroundings?

The people?

Broken heart?

Cheating minds?

No,

What changed me was my own expectations,

My heart which was craving for the same love,

To replicate which I used to give,

But No,

This world is bitter,

But can be better,

People are fake,

That always causes heartbreak,

And what not,

A changed me is better version,

Which I don't really love but I respect,

Which I don't really adore but I need,

Which I don't really cherish but I want,

And no it's not a tragedy,

But a hidden soul mystery.