New Year, New Me
It's time for self-loathing to set my new year's resolutions.
It's 2023 and I'm a new me.
I'm transformed - can't you see?
I've found discipline overnight;
I'm taking my health seriously.
I can now say no to pizza and chips,
not a grain of sugar will pass these lips,
I'll be hitting the gym 6 a.m. each day
to sculpt rock hard abs and curvy hips.
If I don't lose 20 pounds by spring
my life won't be fucking worth living.
I'm not putting undue pressure on myself,
I'm "setting goals" and "manifesting".
And I'm not a bore for doing dry January,
and it's "intermittent fasting", not "going hungry",
and I call it "Keto" not "disordered eating",
'Cos it's 2023 and I'm a new me.
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Ellie Scott
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Dethroned
I've returned from dehydration in the arid desert. I've resurfaced from forced hiatus in isolated Siberia. You held too much influence and power in just one useless finger. But I had the common sense to finally push you away so you wouldn't linger. A pariah speaking at a different frequency than me. We were speaking in tongues and alternating tones that neither of us could decipher. This vendetta will outlast us both. I've placed myself back on the altar and knocked you off your pedestal. Invincible and supreme, there's nothing more you can throw at me. You made me yield when I should have skyrocketed. The defeat you had orchestrated will backfire on you. The elaborate cage you trained me in couldn't withstand my wrath. I've destroyed the illusions you had set in stone. The firing squad is here to finish what I started. Execution by guillotine is a waste of energy. Trial by fire is the best way to go. I've yielded too many times and now the answer is simply no. I wasn't afraid to die with you by my side. I was afraid to live and not dare step out from under your shadow. The fearmonger in me sought more than anything you were ever gracious enough to hand to me. This isn't love nor was it madness. It was an excuse to stay stagnant that made my insanity completely pointless. I assumed we shared our sickness together but it was I who suffered alone. You made your exit so sudden that I was left with this burden to exist alone. You thought you had made this choice for me. I thought I would avenge myself but it is my silence that will speak volumes for me. My choice to remain supreme will perform the spectacle you will never witness. My ability to be invincible is the moment you will never see. Some people will tear themselves apart to find their worth. I always knew I was. I just couldn't locate it until I eradicated you first. You forced me to capitulate and emulate surrender. But I never acquiesced and I never will. The only armistice I agree to is emancipation. Keep your shield up and your armor intact. You may need it when I strike you down and step over your corpse to find my ultimate peace. Misery cannot find me. There is nothing more you can do to deplete me
By Anna Torres6 days ago in Poets
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And we'll still repeat the "goal setting" in 2024 anyways😂