By Anne, age 19, Florida
Last year was your triumph,
And the situation was not so different from now.
I was over you, and guess what?
I still am.
It's almost sad how my mindset has not changed,
You're still not worth it, you still pity yourself too much.
Have you stopped to take notice of the extravagant beauty of life around you yet?
Have you gotten over yourself?
No? Oh my, it is quite a pity...
The year has been good to you I assume,
As it has been good to me,
The scripts are finally still and faded in the bottom of your drawers,
You've added new 'toys' to your collection.
Did you trick them the way you tricked me?
Lure them in with false promises and sweet nothings,
Until it was too late for escape?
I wish I was here to say that this year we're different,
I wish I could say the wounds mended and left no scars,
I wish I could say that you grew up like I did,
But I can't.
I can say that I have healed tougher than before.
Though you will not get a second chance to finish what you started,
I am ready next time I encounter this again.
Now I may have the chance to survive the next one like you.
This year, I am the one with the upper hand.
Editor's Note: Anne notes that this poem references an earlier work: "January First" (SDM, Feb '09)