New Me

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

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