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.