What I am to you
New me, think of
A me that is
The doubt keeps me awake and makes
the nicks where I shaved my face
smart like
cirrus clouds
New me
I'll ignore you

What I am to you
Old me
Cough syrup
Heavy and pathalogical
Social

New me: think of
A fresh scalpel
Sterile and ready
To use to do
the ***** work
For the next you