Poetic Excuses

The Old Me

A couple years ago,
I held in my pain and did what I do best.

I was a prankster,
A real prankster.

I did what I loved to ignore the pain,
Then one day I pulled one on someone I cared about.

He didn't like it and asked me to stop,
I thought I loved him so I stopped.

Eventually after not doing what I did to hide it,
The pain leaked out and the barrier cracked.

Without pranking people or laughing,
I had nothing fun to use as a sugarcoat.

But now,
She has shown me that fun.

Now that I have left him,
I can go back to the old me.

I can start pranking people,
I can watch and laugh.

I just have to be careful and not lose control over this New Me,
No....

The Old Me.