New year, new me
They say.
But is it really true?
Am I really new?
Because the new clothes go on the same old body
And the new haircut holds the same frizz.
My new phone contains all of my old contacts
And my new computer breaks down just the same.
My new hobbies won’t last any longer than the old
And my new diet will fail just as fast.
My new friends will be subject to my same old quirks
And my anxiety isn’t going anywhere.
As much as I try to cover up the old me
It stays buried underneath.
It has me wondering if maybe,
The only way to become a new me
Is to accept the old me.
By Lexi Czulewicz
