New Me

Today I woke up, and the world still looked grey.

Another attempt to get through one more day.

Sadly, I have lost my rose-tinted glasses,

I’ve skipped lots of meals and most of my classes.

The tears keep falling; my heart’s slowly breaking.

The food tastes bitter, and my hands are shaking.

The sun is not shining; the grass is not green.

Life is not like the movies. I’m no longer eighteen.

I look at the world from a different perspective.

My thighs are too big. I don’t think I’m attractive.

I’m failing my classes; I don’t think I’m smart.

Wait, give me a minute. I have to restart.

Today I woke up, and the world looked much better.

I had my breakfast and received a letter,

The one that I wrote when I was fifteen,

And where I talked about my biggest dream.

My life at fifteen was more like a movie.

When I was fifteen, my life was so groovy.

I explored the world, and my grades were good.

I wasn’t so lonely, and I was understood.

I wanted to be a better version of me,

Go to the uni and get my degree.

I wanted to make my mother proud.

I had no problems, and I was on a cloud.

Today I woke up and decided to change.

Not skipping meals feels very strange.

The weather is warm, and the sky is so blue.

There are many things that I want to do.

The world is so huge; I want to explore.

I want to do things that I used to adore.

I will stop crying; I’ll take myself on a date.

I’ll stop feeling lonely and I’ll learn how to skate.

I’ll start looking at life through rose-tinted glasses.

My life will be better. I’ll go back to my classes.

I’ll learn to love myself and be truly thankful.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up, and I will be grateful.