In A New Perspective, Poem by Rhea Smith

Hello Life.

I extend my hand to you;
But it's not that we haven't met before.
I'd love to say that I'm new to you.
But I remember you, I'm sure.

I look in the mirror and see someone else
And I'm sure you don't remember me either.
I'm not that perfect girl on that perfect shelf
And I'm not the one you met in the diner.

There are things I've done to hurt you,
Things I've done to cut you short.
Sometimes I've even sought to end you
But I knew the hurt I couldn't afford.

You're so popular amongst my friends;
If I hid you, killed you, they'd hate me.
You should see the look on their faces,
When I even mention our ending.

This relationship we have, we really must fix.
Sometimes I hardly even remember you're there.
This heart inside me, it's beating, right?
But my brain would argue, it seems unfair.

Hello, Life.
I know we've met before.
I know you're always around,
And I know you find me a bore.

But before I bid you adieu,
You'll have to stick around a while longer.
Because until you and I die out,
We can only become stronger.