Literature
The New Me
I have become someone new.
Ripping out the unsavory parts of myself,
cleansing myself,
was bloody and difficult.
In taking out the negative, I have taken out
Some of the innocent, kinder sections of my soul.
But in the world we live in,
there is very minimal room for kindness.
The desperate bite the hand that feeds them,
the lonely lash out at those who come too close.
Life is hard to go through,
complicated and arduous.
The negative experiences of the many
do not necessarily invalidate
the beautiful experiences of the few.
Life can feel impossible to go through,
but that does not make it any less beautiful.
Life, similar to that of a
