While everyone else spoke to themselves,
I wondered why I couldn’t talk to myself
About the things that I did more than a year ago.
Yesterday, I could only stare at the mirror for a moment.
I said “No,
I cannot do this anymore.
I think it’s time to get a haircut.”
But now, when I turn around,
I don’t want to do any of that.
“Well, I guess I’ll just get it coloured instead.
How about green? No.
I guess red is fine.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe dark brown will be okay.”
I turn around to look at myself
And say “Just look at what you have done
To yourself!” And smile.
My mind says
“It has been a year, hasn’t it?”
And I reply
“Actually, a little bit more than that.”
I just can’t help but remember the way
I lived one year ago and the way I am
I don’t want to say that I was depressed.
I know that I was hurt.
I don’t want to lie about myself.
But at least, I’m happier now.