It's now me, myself and I,
I fucked over myself
now it's time to fuck the world then die.
I've shed my old skin, unleashed the demons I held within, I made a switch, from a little girl, to a bad bitch.
Fuck the tears,
fuck the pain,
I'm back,
but I'm not the same.
I don't need the world,
I just need me,
I just had to be the one to fuck myself over,
so that I could see.
Well,
I'm back,
And I'm not the same,
a new bad bitch is in the poetry game.
YOU ARE READING
The New Me
PoetryI'm not me anymore, the one who you all knew and adored. She is dead. Star is dead.
