Rearrange

When I am alone

I look inside me.

I listen to my thoughts

To let it be free.

I dig up memories

That have inflicted me.

In a third person view

I traverse freely.

Beaming at moments

That made me proud.

Or twirling my fingers

When flustered in crowd.

In these lonely moments

My habits rearrange.

To be a better person

I learn to change.