you don't understand
this isn't me
what you see is someone else
someone new
i don't know her very well
but i think i like her.

the thing is...
that she isn't amused
at anything she sees
anything she feels
anything that might be
or
anything that was.

you see,
things are wretched
i have been observing her
this new me
and i see her thought process,
and i see her point.
you should pay attention, because
i bet what she has learned applies to you, too.

no one really cares about what she wants,
not really
not truly.
there is no true love
no happiness.
trust no one.
accept this...
and maybe
you can hope for a crumb
of cruel and temporary comfort.

there is no karma,
but what a lovely thing to believe!
be as loving and giving as you want,
sometimes you don't get ****
coming back around to you.

you don't understand,
this isn't me.
these new things i'm doing
the things i've said to you
are new.
you are the first person to know
the new me.
i like the new me...
mostly (except, of course,
for all that i despise in myself).