new year's resolutions

who am I?

what have I become?

I don’t know how or why

but I am unable to find where I started from

I keep promises

just not ones I made for myself

I tell prophecies

as if manifesting perfection could ever help

this’ll be my year

I’ll die right on that hill

I’ll live without fear

I’ll refuse to sit still

I’m repressing

protests to every one of their intrusions

it’s depressing

looking back on another year of failed new year’s resolutions