Afraid to turn.
but i did and met no maker at all.
only instead, reflections of a rippled self.
i may at last see myself as good
in a neutral pond unbiased and real
depicting only what is true.
a distortion my hand has forced.
i have created the wake.
i may at last see myself as good.
paint a false scenario.
my life has been a breach of contract and faith.
i kid myself.
moving through self degradation.
i turn to you for appreciation.
so help me to help myself.
so help me to love myself.