To be frank with you,
I don't know how to describe myself.
I've gone through countless
Skins of me
And of all
I've shed out of them.
Have been forcibly stripped off
And to avoid dilemmas that demand my innocence.
As a consequence,
My avoidance have created maddened poltergeists
That claw the walls of my mind
They howl for my caged Adversary.
They howled and screeched for It to guide the skins of me
It obliterated my obstruction of serenity,
Savagely massacred my Angels, my Virtues, my Seraphs
My guardians no longer guide my gullible mind.
It devoured the last of my tranquility
Enough is enough.
I forgive myself for what I have let to be done.
I cannot hide who I am.
I am half the Adversary needs to understand the ideal of reality
I took Its hand,
And told It, "We are done.
I forgive you for what
You have done.
I will stand by You and
Together, we will build a healthier skin of me."
The Adversary shook violently and mourned Its losses.
It was unable to save the people I lost because
Of our self-destructive nature,
Failed to have empathy for the ones who want to hold my hand
Through my crises,
Could not scare off the haunting past that cries for old doubtful foes.
It isolated me by using fury
To form a better world for us.
I am sorry that I was unable to understand myself.
Now, I am my own guidance and strength
I no longer use identities given by the people who have
I am the prologue
Of the epiphany which will
Break upon my childish hand.
The aftermath of youthful innocence
And the prelude of perilous maturation
I am "Growing Up."