What can I say for my past?
Mistakes crawled out of my system
And into my world
with each careless thought that echoed
Throughout my conscious reality...
But I can say for myself,
I never let it be "okay".
I never let a callous grow,
Over the innocent light of my soul.
I never let myself accept my wrong-doing
I never allowed myself to feel happy.
I always felt as if I was meant to be perfect.
And I always tried.
But being perfect means doing the right thing.
And the right thing, being synonymous with
Pain
Suffering
And solitude,
One doesn't often purposely throw themselves into such a chamber of Hell.
But cleansing, it is, and always will be.
To erase our wrongs, there is no way.
But to change our most deep-rooted,
Destructive choices...
That is the way to ensure a clean soul.
And a peaceful mind.

Now, I am her,
Who I know myself to be.
I'm alone, but I have myself back,
And that's all that matters.