I have picked apart my past
so much I must be careful
not to believe
I have become it
The tears mean differently now
then they did then
but they seem to hold the same weight
holding me down
I wonder in what ways
I have grown and
in what ways I have changed
for better or for worse
Either way, I won’t hide
the skeletons in my closet
and my good traits will
glow on my skin