Fresh Start

Isabella Santoro

Photography Editor

Photo by Isabella Santoro

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