It took sixteen years to become acquainted with my old self.
The self that:
Could not write on crumpled papers, Or sleep in untucked sheets, Played her scales robotically, Left no word incomplete. Labelled all the cupboards, Books were organized by name, This was the life I led. I never knew that it would change.
it took 4 weeks to fall in love with my new self
the self tha t
writes on ollld receipts, kicks the covers off the bed ~lets my fingers play freely~ not every sentence has an en- stores shoes with coffee mugs!! writes in mArGiNs to save time not all rules need to be f o l l o w e d not all poems need to
sound the same
who knew that little pill would teach me how to live not erase the 'me' that showed but bring out the 'me' that hid 16 years of worry of obsessive, anxious thoughts who knew that little pill would change me I, for one, did not .