Give me the courage to alter my mind;
give me the tolerance to revamp what has been intertwined,
deep within the tangle of my twisted heart and my aberrant judgement.
I need the diligence to become what people wish, and become content
with simply being as they want.
It will not matter: the severity of my becoming gaunt.

I need your truthful words,
untouched by filthy lies,
flying from your mouth like graceful and pure birds.

With your speech,
tell me I can change!
My filthy, mendacious walls, you breach,
with the promise that I will change.

Strip the cloth off of my scarred skin,
to show me what has been,
of scarred and bruising flesh,
so that I can feel it afresh.
A reminder that I must become something else.

Please talk to me again so that I can remember who I am torturing myself for.
Give me more- give me more-
more- more of a reminder!
For you, I'll be a beggar,
begging on the road for you to repair my soul,
begging for you to make me whole.