"The old you was better"

"I liked it better when you were more..."

"The old you always had a plan"

A plan of what?

Disasters of many days?

Giving my soul up to praise?

Have you ever seen my play?

"The many glooms of Calvin"

Started out as the gifted blood of the blessed

Held by the savior of the lifetime.

Then, later evolving into the form of faceless entities.

Scratched by life's fingernails at the age of 10.

How do I even begin?

If I don't know the genesis of me,

What makes you think you know the revelation?

The cries for salvation?

The endless woe of temptations.

The desire for creations?

The chains wrapped around me when I faced elimination...

A child with many determinations...

Turning into life's demonstration

Inside me, decapitation.

Reminiscence of the past still haunts my doorknob.

I refuse to touch that door even if I...

If I...

Told you the deadliest thing I've ever done to a human...

Would you believe me if I...

If I...

Told you that I wasn't human?

Confessions of a dramatic child,

Who's evolved to this day?

The therapy of many drugs lies in my system.

Down into the earth's mantle,

Lies my hidden agenda.

My alma mater.

Covered in titanium.

Sparkling with emerald,

And shining with transparent opportunities.

Archaic ruins of me shall never ruin me.

Life's element is doing me...

A solid favor by listening to me when I'm down.

When I'm on the hard, cold surface of the universe.

Drowning in the mystery of thy future.

Wondering if the stars will tell my tale.

Or capture me by the tail and leave me stale.

Mannequin pale...

Gravities gale...

Enough...

I want you out of my sight...

Out of my view.

My mind has found a new vision...

And that is without you.

So don't you ever speak of...

The Old Me.