Isabella Santoro
Photography Editor
I can say I want a fresh start
But I always end up at square one
At the supermarket, all my shopping done
But there I am, running back and forth into the carts
I can say I want a fresh start
But I let him back into my life
He throws insults back at me like a dart
Always cutting into me like a knife
I can say I want a fresh start
But I retreat into my shell
Always taking everything to heart
Trapped in my own personal hell
I can say I want a fresh start
But there I stand in my room
Talking to myself, talking to whom?
My bad habits becoming an art