For far too long, had I seen myself with their eyes
A meagre splash of color on a canvas so wide
A withered flower, though wrong it did seem
Conflicts there were though, with the inner me
Cocooned was I, in self loathing now & then
But then I broke free, pushing away from them
And now I see it, how wonderful *He** made me
I wish I hadn't whined away, in pointless self pity
Now don't you do it, the way I did it wrong
Blackout the world hon, you're a-okay to go !