I Can Change

Is it how I feel deep inside,
the misguided acts I admit
in my sleep, in the dark,
when nobody else can see?

Is it the list that you build
in your head of the marks
that I make, wrong place,
right place, wrong time?

Is it the box (choice of five)
ticked to underperform,
needs to improve, training,
redefined competency?

Or what if I wait, each time
the world comes around
and see she has changed
and I can change, because
the gap is small enough
to bridge, or to bound,
and for once, perhaps fleeting
everything will be aligned.