They took the worst of me,
rehearsed and scripted me
to make a better me but
I'm well versed in me, and
wrote new lines to be
the new reality,

A full moon rose,
I sense her near and
know she knows the better me,
I see the worst can be no
more than the
new reality.

And now I'm sure the cure was
meant to be an
experiment in surgery
altering psychopathy.
Oh
lucky me.