Yesterme, both friend and foe.
How I hate and love you so.
Hate you for mistakes you’ve made.
Love you when the truth you’ve paid.
Retrospectively, I see,
What a being you’ve made of me.
Yesterme, I’ll have you know,
I have seen your private show—
Every dark thought you have spawned
Every living thing, you’ve wronged.
Every good thing you’ve set free.
Times you’ve spent creating me.
Yesterme I can’t change you.
You’re not me; that much is true.
Now old Yesterme— I’m new!
Be content. Time makes us two.