Study the reflection that I look upon with disdain,
Reflect on the study of my twisted brain,
Pull out the greatness from the depths of my soul,
Push back the fear and take back control.

A call to clear the screen of my distorted view,
Screen the calls that allow the vitriol through,
Remove the pain from the pit of my heart,
Replace the love that I had at the start.

A lot of content to consider whilst pondering what's ahead,
Content with my lot with no tears left to shed,
Take off the shackles so that I can be free,
Put on the mask and pretend I've found me.