I get so annoyed at myself
Like it's something that's wrong with me
I mean,
It must be something or the other,
I can't be to blame completely.
I can't quite put my finger on it,
I'm undoubtedly putting the time in, i'm working on myself,
That's not untrue,
But I feel like a liar,
I've practically just sat the old me on the shelf,
I've shed all that there was of her, just looking up at the old me,
Where did it start to go right, from being so wrong?
"Cause i'm a new person, it's a new year", I say as I play along.
Everything is so.. weird right now,
I'm so unsure,
"eating healthy, exercise, counseling and therapy is the cure".
Why does it all feel like a gimmick?
Like nothing is real?
I'm literally doing whatever it takes for me to heal.
"I'll cut you off, leave you in last year's mess"
... Unless
I pick you up,
and you'll come along with me,
It's not who I was then and who I am now,
it's "we"
You've built the life I have now
and all that I was before,
It's been a battle and I was wounded,
but what else do we live for?
War
Between what once was and what will be
Were unsure now but how else do we see
What more there is to explore, see, and be,
Amongst the chaos and the pain, I've come to realise there's no one else I'd rather be that just
... Me
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
I get so annoyed at myself
Like it's something that's wrong with me
I mean,
It must be something or the other,
I can't be to blame completely.
I can't quite put my finger on it,
I'm undoubtedly putting the time in, i'm working on myself,
That's not untrue,
But I feel like a liar,
I've practically just sat the old me on the shelf,
I've shed all that there was of her, just looking up at the old me,
Where did it start to go right, from being so wrong?
"Cause i'm a new person, it's a new year", I say as I play along.
Everything is so.. weird right now,
I'm so unsure,
"eating healthy, exercise, counseling and therapy is the cure".
Why does it all feel like a gimmick?
Like nothing is real?
I'm literally doing whatever it takes for me to heal.
"I'll cut you off, leave you in last year's mess"
... Unless
I pick you up,
and you'll come along with me,
It's not who I was then and who I am now,
it's "we"
You've built the life I have now
and all that I was before,
It's been a battle and I was wounded,
but what else do we live for?
War
Between what once was and what will be
Were unsure now but how else do we see
What more there is to explore, see, and be,
Amongst the chaos and the pain, I've come to realise there's no one else I'd rather be that just
... Me
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