Look at you,
telling yourself it's over;
you've come so far, but at the end of the day when you're giving yourself an inner pep talk hinting at change;
you don't believe it.
What's different than before?
You claimed to be a better person but what's to show for it; a new mindset?
How would they know?
No one cares what's on your mind when you're lost in it all the time.
You're looking at relics to spot the growth but don't know where to look.
Is it your career? You're still thinking.
Your relationships? If you could keep one.
Your friends? You cut some off since the last time, hoping it's for the better. Only if it helps you become better than them.
What if you're the deadweight and they're benefiting from it?
Now you're the one saying you were someone they knew.
You pay yourself another visit, but you notice your hair; it's changed.
Your choice of style: from mono to vibrant.
You still fake a smile but at least you look good doing it.
You're pumped for a new day;
you felt lost in a world that kept evolving.
Why can't you change with it?
No matter what, there's always someone in need of your hand.
Those who left you behind will soon be in the rearview asking how did you manage to make a comeback.
You don't owe them an explanation, they'll have to look at your tracks.
But today is just another one of those days.
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