Dear Hamlet

Your depressing dark shade of outfit disgusts me

Your scripted madness and loneliness mocks me

Your juvenile stubbornness irritates me

Your sharp wits and foul mouth angers me

And your indecisiveness annihilates me

Oh dear Hamlet, my old past, how come you existed?

A year of contemplating death and suffering

A year of unrequited love and hurtful words

A year of frozen fears and inaction

Yes, those were the past year me

I was Hamlet

Today, tomorrow, and forever, I am not Hamlet

I am your foil, your arch-nemesis

Granted by your sad past, I am the mirror of success

No longer shall I run, no longer shall I not act

I am Fortinbras

I will bid you farewell, and as you die for your greatest flaw

I will celebrate you, memorialize you

Because the new me celebrates the death of my inaction

I will be a sparrow of good will

Therefore I shall say

Goodbye, dear Hamlet