Trapped in Hell,
but I'll make the best of it.
It doesn't suit me well,
but I am forced to rest with it.
At least I'm free of love's constraints
where I was belittled and betrayed
by a ****** ******* posed as a saint;
no longer am I brittle or being played.
I may face negativity and discord,
but now I have myself.
I believe strength is my reward
for taking control of my health.
This may be far from ideal,
but at least I live in truth.
This is the most relieved I could feel,
knowing loving him had no use.
Now I will love me completely,
and be better than everyone around me.
I will grow with grace and beauty
into the most desirable lady,
and you will see me.
You will look at your mistress,
and realized what you missed.
I will be humble, because I am,
I'll be polite, the best I can,
but never again will you have a chance,
to take my heart under your wicked trance.
My surroundings may be Hellish,
but I will use this fire to fuel me,
I will become so catch-worthy
because I will finally love me.