I find comfort and begin to progress Reverse when I forget That I was a victim Until I became aware Self-centered I became a volunteer Spent most of my energy Trying to people please And save the weak And what's left of me I tried for Those I truly need But it was just Preoccupied time on The petty wants of my mind And still stood I Counting up my thoughts As the floor falls from my feet To be Perceived By self As weak It all begins ends with me I find fault and begin to regress How could such a pretty image Turn to one I resent I've fought with every corner of my mind And realize all the the pain I've felt Is just result of my pride Color saturates and the image is cleared In my personal reflection and atonement of fears I try to sustain as I collect myself And I leave the way that I'm perceived to someone else