False Advertising

Oh, January.
I waited and waited
For you because
New year, new me
But you’re false advertising.
You’re an average product
In fancy packaging.
Because the instructions
Read a good night’s sleep
On the 31st means
Come morning,
A guaranteed twist
Of fate and destiny.
All my bad habits gone,
Good ones followed dutifully.
Yet mid January,
Here I am
The same old me.