Bully, bulldozer, girl with the poison tongue
And false confidence
My grace is an illusion, my benevolence, a myth
My feeble mind, fertile ground for black magic to take hold
How long has it been rooted deep within?
Where did it come from?
Can I lay down my weapons?
Shed my recalcitrant skin?
Be reborn anew?
Will I be impeccable with my word?
Will I allow truth and kindness and love
To set me free?