Death of the old me

There was a way I used to be... I'm mourning her today

I hated you. I despised you. 

All of this hate grew.

It grew to much and now it has to be the end of you.

Jealousy. Hypocrisy. I don't even know where to begin.

It all started with a word-- so small, so thin.

So emotional-- each and everything that you did, you cried and you complained.

This became too much-- too much energy drained.

Feelings that never used to be felt, bubbled in my chest.

Yet before, I could easily put things to rest.

It's time to say goodbye and bury you deep.

The old me is gone and back to who I used to be.

Time to take that giant leap.

Author's Note

It's like you can feel you're becoming someone that you're not... and I tried to capture the essence of this.
Very, very rough from my mind

Reviews

[Seb Scoles]

Hi DS,

This resonated with me deeply, as I have also recently said goodbye to the 'old me' and am now embarking upon the things I love once again.

I may not be the best judge of poetry as it's not a form that I have written much in, but I enjoyed this and found the pacing and structure to match the emotion excellently.

All the best,

Seb

[D S Rollins]

Thank you so much, I'm glad you were able to empathise with this piece.