Nope.
I'm sorry.
You don't know
This new me.

I'm made up of sunshine storms
And bravery.

With yellow petals
Of daffodils
Stuffed inside a skin
Stitched together with
Ivy vines
Out of inky parchment.

He knows this new me
Because I'm sure he'd see me
Properly
Through the storms
I have weathered,
My stitches
Only fraying
Ever the slightest,
While I scream in pain.

And his eyes shine with admiration
And for the longest time
I realized that I am not only good,
But worthy.

You do not know
This new me.

I am stitched of tarnished shields
And golden opportunity.

Who are you?
I'm afraid I do not know
This new you.

Made of lies, vapid narcissism,
And cruelty.

It does not fit
With the new me.

I keep my mouth shut,
As they praise your lies,
And my truths are demonized.

And it's beautiful,
Because they'll leave you behind soon,
Like you left me with nothing and no hope.

But my faith in the future
And my faith in my friends
Will keep me moving forward,
While you're lost at sea

Without the new me.